My phone rings, and I see it's the agency. "This is Estella," I answer, trying to sound like I'm in a good mood.
"I heard you caused quite a scene last night," Vivian says.
"It wasn't my fault." I rush to explain that I can't control other people's actions.
"I never said it was." I can hear her clicking on her computer. "You passed your first day. The client was so satisfied he didn't want to let you go." She chuckles at her own joke.
"Did he book another night?" I really shouldn't have that kind of hope. Mufasa went nuts, but he's getting married.
Vivian laughs again. "No, he's in a jail cell, I would imagine."
A knot forms in my stomach, and I feel guilty. I led him on at least a little, and I would have kept going without the money. Then he pulled the cash out, and it sparked some
