Page 28 of The Frock Up
"What?" I leaned over, trying to see her screen. "Did something go wrong?"
"Um… do you want the good news or the bad news?"
"There's worse news than us getting fired?" I yelped.
Kei glanced over at me; her phone pressed to her chest. "Bad or good, Millie?"
I tried to breathe, feeling as if I were wearing a vice around my chest.
"Bad. Hit me."
She turned the phone my way, the image dark but clearly capturing Ash in a disheveled state as he did the walk of shame from my apartment. The news had broken an hour ago.
"Oh God," I breathed, closing my eyes, face dropping into my hands. "He's gonna hate this." I opened one eye, peeking at Kei through my fingers. "What's the good news?"
She pointed out our sign in the background of the image. "Free international advertising?"
I groaned, sinking in my seat. "I need to call Ash."
"Yeah, you do. That woman was a bitch and completely out of line. You might be screwing a client—"
I moaned again.
"—but it's consensual. Two hot-as-fuck humans just getting their kit on. Nothing to be ashamed of. You were also employed before he knew who you were."
I reached for my phone, heart in my throat. "Let me call him. I'm sure we can work it out."
I hit his number, waiting for it to ring.
"We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service."
I blinked, staring at my phone.
"Did you put it in wrong?"
"I… maybe?"
I typed the number out, double-checking it before hitting call again.
"We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service."
I slowly raised my head, shock turning the world black and white as my heart died a little.
"Kei… I think he's dumped me."
"Babe, you can't know that. It could just be a—"
I shook my head slowly, bile burning up the back of my throat.
"I think this is his way of ghosting me."
"Oh, Millie."
A tear slipped down my cheek as Keiko leaned forward, wrapping me in a tight hug.
"I never should have believed a billionaire could fall in love with me."
Keiko gave me a little shake. "He should be so lucky!" She pressed a kiss to my hair. "Ice cream?"
