Ellis
Laurel forgot her poker face as she answers the phone. Completely unfazed, I lean over to be closer to her and hear a familiar female voice making my irritation rise instantly. She c***s an eyebrow at me knowing exactly what I did. I hurry to pull my phone out and type on it.
“What does she want?”
She mouths. “to meet”
Fuck no! She is not talking to Laurel. She wants her help and I know it. Just like Aria. Snakes of the same skin slither together.
I type quickly. “Tell her the rules state you cannot help.”
She gives me a look and I bite back the smile. Laurel has quite the sharp tongue and wit when she needs it. Her little outbursts at times crack me up.
“I’m sorry but I’m out of town all weekend.”
“I am not in charge of any of those times or access. I believe Mr. Grantham B
