What sounds good? McMoney: U starting and finishing dinner. JDizzle: Cute. There’s an apron waiting for you. I need a sous-chef. McMoney: Fine. Then I want carbonara. JDizzle: Oddball. McMoney: U asked. JDizzle: We need eggs for that. McMoney: Then someone needs 2 go 2 the store. JDizzle: I’m guessing you’re talking about me. McMoney: Well, u are off, JDizzle. JDizzle: I’ve asked you not to call me that. I SNICKERED at Jordan’s text. Wait until he saw how I’d programmed him in my phone. I had my fingers poised to respond when Drew elbowed me. “Pay attention,” he murmured out of the corner of his mouth. I sighed, pocketing my phone. I didn’t know why I had to pay attention. We were holding interviews for Jennie’s assistant—this was her show, and if her business suit was anything to go by, she didn’t mind letting them know it. Generally, we were a little more casual here. As long as she was happy with the candidate, what did I care?
