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“He needs help with entering his receipts for our accountant, Frank.”

“Sure.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I told him you charged $400, and he had to provide a laptop and bring it to you.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Four hundred dollars?”

“You game?”

“Yes! When can I do it?”

“I told him I would text him.”

She looked almost frantic. “Pull over here. Text him right now.”

I laughed. “Come on.”

“Please?”

I passed her my phone. Someone had loaded the whole team’s contacts into my phone when I arrived. “His name is Mica.”

Her eyes were wide, but she took the phone. And started texting.

Five more blocks and she was still texting. Then she laughed.

Mica-fucking-Petrov was making Zoey laugh. “What’s going on there?”

“Nothing,” she said, barely glancing up. “He said he can come over tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Four more blocks of texting. I looked at her bent over my phone. She was biting her lips and then she fucking giggled again.

She glanced up. “Almost done.”

I had this urge to rip the phone from her and toss it out the window. “Take your time.”

She texted a bit more and then put the phone down. “Thank you.”

When we got inside,she disappeared into the bathroom. As soon as she was out of sight, I picked up my phone.

Zoey: Hi Mica. This is Zoey using Ryan’s phone. He said you needed help with your expenses?

Mica: Hey Zoey. You’ve no idea. I’m drowning in receipts and you’re my last hope.

Zoey: I can help. When does it suit you?

Mica: Tomorrow?

Zoey: I’m helping build IKEA furniture tomorrow!

Mica: Ryan didn’t tell me that you were multi-talented.

Zoey: I only have one working arm.

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