“Charlene!” It was Chloe on the phone.
“Yes, girl? Any ladies and girls to watch out?” Charlene asked, holding the phone receiver. “Do we need to contact the flower shop or any gift shop again?” she added, chuckling.
She and Chloe used to tandem when sending gifts or apology presents to her boss’s crazy paramours. They became his frontliners when it came to the terrifying and irate ladies their boss did God-knows-what stuff with.
Nothing had changed for years, though, except the person involved. It wasn’t Damien. It was Max’s parade of girlfriends, and scorned exes were making a scene now at the D&D company lobby. It was worst than Damien.
With Damien, she and Chloe were safe dealing with one lady for every three days or week, but with Max. Almost every day, or s
