"You should have called me."
Penelope's greeting when I get home is about what I'd expect.
Dumping my files and heavily loaded purse onto the table, I shake my head. "You aren't my personal taxi, Pippa. I can afford a taxi. Your sleep and work schedule have already been disrupted enough."
"I've been awake for hours. I could have easily picked you up if you called. And then we could have grabbed something to eat on the way home."
"Just order something. I'm not hungry, anyway."
I flop onto her pristine white couch, my body sinking into the cushions as if they might swallow me whole. A deep sigh escapes my lips, carrying the weight of the day's events.
Penelope sits beside me, smacking my arm lightly. "Alright, spill. What exactly happened? Your texts didn't explain much.."
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