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I reach inside my refrigerator and grab some milk, sauntering around my kitchen for a glass to try one of his cookies.

I’m curious about what kind of things he likes. Is the cookie super sweet or crunchy? Does he have a major sweet tooth or just eats desserts from time to time?

Me: Worst party I’ve planned so far.

Chase: Damn, that sucks.

Me: Especially when the guest of honor’s whore calls him out about not being paid.

Chase: Stop.

Me: Dead serious.

Chase: Holy shit.

Me: His wife went home crying, the husband was livid, the security we hired somehow let her slip in. His assistant told me he was going to call me today, more than likely to fire me.

Chase: He sounds like an idiot. You don’t need to work for people like that.

Oh, but I do. Plus, I'm good at it.

It's incredible money, and it comes with the territory. The uplifting thing is that there are plenty more rich-ass people to do events for. I just hope they don't judge our capabilities on last night's debacle.

Me: We’ll see. I’m taking a vacation this week to clear my head.

Chase: That’ll be nice. I won’t ask my next stalker question.

Me: LOL, the vacation is going back home.

Chase: That’s it?

Me: Yep!

Chase: That’s...nice.

Me: I love going home! My mom is an amazing cook.

Chase: You both should go to New York, go shopping, see the sights.

Me: I would, but she's a little weak from her chemo over the last few months.

Chase: Sorry to hear about your mom.

Me: Thanks, she’s an amazing woman.

Chase: Makes sense. Her daughter is pretty rad.

Me: LOL, how old are you again?

Chase: Stalker question.

Me: You don’t know how old I am?

Chase: Honestly, I forgot to look before I got rid of the Bumblebee app.

Me: You deleted it?

Chase: You’re telling me you didn’t?

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