Page 40 of Not About That Life
I swallowed the last bit of donut I picked at. Well, shit, maybe I was being an asshole. I still don’t appreciate what Lowell was doing. “I guess I should apologize to Ian.”
“Um, yeah?” Emma giggled. She reached over and grabbed another donut as I looked at her. “I ain’t on a diet!”
There was a knock on the door and I told the person to come in, though a second later I wish I hadn’t. “Hey, Domi.” Lowell smiled at me as if she had no idea what just transpired this morning. “I hope you didn’t mind I used the pole room. I was working on a routine for my boyfriend and I wanted a man’s opinion on it.”
Boyfriend? Since when? Every picture on her IG page has no mention of one. There are a ton of ‘never trust a fuckboy’ memes. “Did you wipe down the poles?”
“You know what? I forgot! I’ll go back and do that now!” She left.
“I can replace her by Tuesday and not miss a beat.” Emma begins, “it’ll be like she was never even here at all.”
“I need more proof other than she was flirting with my man.” I reply. “I can’t just fire her on a thought, even though she is one.”
Emma was silent for a moment before she broke out into laughter. “There’s the Domi I know and love.”
