Page 32 of Until He Confesses

I rolled my eyes.

“Thanks for ignoring the remaining and very decent thirty-eight thousand extra.”

“What the hell are you saying? That’s change compared to a million.”

“Do you have thirty-eight thousand saved?” I asked and she sighed.

“Don’t let me regret complaining to you about my credit debts.”

“Thanks to your extravagant socialite spending,” I taunted.

“I hate you, but back to the point. How did this happen? What job did you do? Wait a second, you’re a fucking flight attendant. You fucking stole this money, didn’t you? Did a client leave it on the airplane by mistake or something and then you sent it into your account? That’s fraud, Callie. Or theft. Or both!”

I almost couldn’t control my amusement.

“Are you done?” I asked, and she laughed.

“Alright, explain.”

I sighed and wondered where to start.

“It is indeed from a client but…”

“But what?”

“But it wasn’t stolen.”

She went silent.

“It’s from Lucas, isn’t it?” she asked.

I remained silent.

“Callie?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “It is.”

“For what?”

I realized now that I wasn’t quite ready to tell her, however, I had already shared the screenshot and so it would be impossible to explain it away.

“I think it was uh… some kind of a joke.”

“A one-million-dollar joke?”

“Yeah?” I said and she threatened me again.

“I’m going to drop this call.”

I sighed.

“Fine, we uh… spent the night together last night.”

Silence.

“I knew it! My God. I so fucking knew it.”

“I’m on vacation anyways,” I mumbled but she heard me.