Wynta
“What was weird about Ernesto for you?” Wynta asked as she sipped her coffee, and then just sighed to herself. “Damn, this is some good coffee.” She murmured.
Tallah smiled at her. “Yes, it is,” she nodded. “Mr Miller asked me to go and have lunch with all the CEO’s, his son and he even offered to pick me up and take me to the restaurant.” Tallah was looking right at her now. “You know them way better than I do.”
Wynta raised an eyebrow and then laughed softly. She did know them and what they were like, understood right there in that one sentence what was going on. “Awe ain’t that sweet,” she murmured.
“Why is that sweet?” Tallah questioned.
“Come on Tallah, you’ve got Dwane’s direct number. I doubt he just goes around giving that out, and you had it before your promotion, right
