Nicole stared at Chantal for a few seconds before shaking herself. Holding her hands up and shaking her head, she dragged herself to the kitchen. “It’s too early for me to be dealing with you,” she muttered as she went to work starting her coffee machine.
Chantal snickered and followed her to the kitchen. “You will hear what we have to say whether you like it or not! When are you going to get it? Whatever you do affects Marko!”
“And what have I done?” Nicole folded her arms across her midriff, already feeling anger start to boil inside her.
Wes moved forward and showed her a picture of Jason and herself talking in front of her apartment just a few hours ago on the tablet he was holding.
Nicole frowned, “a friend dropped me off from work. What's the big deal?” She handed the tablet back
