A demolition crew can't consist of only one person.
I need a team.
A team of unreliable friends.
Or trustworthy foes.
"Show him," I finally say with a reluctant sigh that surprises Zoella. Her face lights up. "We can discuss it later...if he has questions."
Leo's forehead furrows. "Questions about what?"
"Whenhe has questions later," I correct myself as I check the time. This conversation will have to wait. "I have to go get ready. I'm on in thirty."
Leo's jaw drops. "On?" He looks at the stage, smoke and lights swirling together in a delicious concoction of debauchery and desire. "Onthere?"
I toss him a coy wink. "Better get going, Leo, or you might miss the show."
"Not a chance, Mils," Leo smirks, gathering his wit. "I wouldn't dare miss such a spectacle."
"Right," I say as he begins to head to the spare office. I grab Zoella's arm, tugging her back as I whisper, "Keep him busy for my set." I close my eyes, struggling with the thought. He needs to know. He's a piece of the puzzle. "Tell him everything."
Zoey's eyes widen. "Everything,everything?"
"I'm placing all my chips on red," I say, my phone vibrating in my hand. "Let's hope lady luck is on our side."
"She will be." Zoey smiles as I see a new notification on my phone.
The Doc
Where are you? I need an update on phase 2.
"Go," I shoo Zoey away, chewing on my bottom lip as I reply.
Camilla
I'm working. I'll call you later.
The Doc
No. Now. Call me.
I roll my eyes.
Camilla
I can't now. I'm busy. WORKING.
The Doc
Fine. I'll come to you.
I smirk, abolt of excitement shooting up my spine. Oh my... This could be fun. Or torturous. Hell, it'll be both. With everything that's transpired in the past few weeks, a night of mindless taunting might just be what the doctor ordered.
I hope he's ready for a taste of his own medicine.
Camilla
Great. See you soon, Doc.