Tuesday morning, Andrea was a little scared to go into work, not sure what Travis would have to say to her. He’d likely be so mad, he’d want to hit her, if he was the sort of guy who hit women, which she didn’t think he was. She did have her bodyguards with her, just in case.
She was in the makeup chair, though Stephon was across the way, talking to Nevaeh. Travis walked over with an expression on his face that was hard for her to read. Andrea felt bad about what she’d done. While she sort of thought he deserved to have a trick played on him, she’d done something sneaky and underhanded, and that didn’t make her feel good about herself.
“Hey, Andrea. If that’s really you,” Travis said, folding his arms and stopping in front of her.
“I’m so sorry,” Andrea said, and she meant it. “That was
