Jolie made her way downstairs and found Keely sitting at the island, typing on her laptop keyboard.
“Hi. You’re back early.”
“I arranged a bunch of consulting appointments for the staff,” she shrugged and then looked up with annoyance. “How was it so many people feel sad this woman offed herself? She was a bitch.”
She chuckled, “she was something.”
Keely looked at her suddenly with a wicked grin, “I saw the video the guys were watching last night. Her man making her dress up and pretend to be you was hilarious.”
“Very funny,” she gagged at the notion.
“India is coming this week with her daughter. I’m nervous,” she blurted it out.
“I bet,” Jolie moved to the pantry. “You’ve been chatting though?”
“A lot. She told me the day after I told her I couldn’t keep sneaking around, Tony foun
