Page 33 of Catfish

“No, I’m having all my calls forwarded over to you.”

“Ew, no.” I hear the jingling of keys on her side of the phone. “What are you doing?”

My eyes narrow at my pillow. “Do not come over here.”

“You’re still in bed?” She sounds like this is a common occurrence for me. I’m normally up before her and giving her wake-up calls.

“Yep.” I pop that “p” like the little asshole I am.

“It’s eleven o’clock.”

“And?”

“So, I’m hungry,” she whines.

“Then go eat,” I growl. “I’m going to go take a shower.”

"Then, we're having dinner."

“Order Uber Eats, Sadie, I’m moping today.”

She scoffs lightly. “It wasn’t our fault what happened, Rea. You’ll just have to explain to Mr. Montgomery that she slipped through.”

“It’s our job for no one to slip through,” I retort. “It was a private event.”

“No, it was the security company that dropped the ball.”

I ground my jaw. “We hired the security company, it’s our fault, we just lost an important account to a blonde with huge tits and a killer bod.”

“We’re not ruined, Rea, don’t be overdramatic.”

Right. Easy to say when you didn’t build the company on your own.

"Can I go back to bed now?" My tone is short, irritated, but my cousin, she doesn't notice.

“I thought you were taking a shower?”

My fingers tightly grip the phone. “What I really want is to get off the phone with you.”

Sadie chuckles. “Alright, cranky pants, I’ll text you later to see if you’re up for dinner.”

"Sure thing. Bye, Nugget." I quickly end our call and open Chase's message again.

I don't smile at it, but I'm happy it's there. I like getting lost in our pointless conversations.

Just don’t feel like answering it.

Tossing my phone aside, I bury myself back into my pillow. Usually I'm not a whoa-is-me kind of gal, so I'm going to blame it on lack of sleep and being a little overwhelmed.

I've overcome worse than financial ruin.

This is a walk in the park compared to my teenage years and early twenties.

What I need is to learn self-care. To make opportunities that don’t include appointments at flower shops and spending hours on the internet searching for the best deals on vacations and then never follow through.

A damn social life.

I have a few friends in Riverview, where Mama and Aunt Jenny live, but the overtime Sadie and I have been putting in leaves zero time for hitting up Happy Hour somewhere or grabbing dinner to catch up.

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