Page 131 of End Game

“I’ve seen pictures.”

Micah turns to him, one brow raised. “Why have you seen pictures?”

“Instagram exists, Micah.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“It perfectly answers the question.”

Cami laughs and drops into her usual chair. Griffin takes his while Dex and Micah bring the rest of the food in from the kitchen.

“What kind of job?” I ask.

“Contract work with Laugherty, their software company.” Cami pulls her phone from her purse as she talks, apparently wanting to check something while she talks. “Not like an actual employee job. At least not right now. They have a software launch coming up, and she needs help with some of the organic social strategy stuff. She wants me to look at a brief she sent over and put together a proposal.”

I look at her. That feels considerably more substantial than might have offered me a job.

“She asked to see some of my client work at lunch,” Cami continues. “Which, by the way, was horrifying. Showing your portfolio to an actual corporate marketing director is apparently the professional equivalent of sending nudes.”

Dex smiles. “Depends on the nudes.”

“Can I finish?” she asks with a smile.

“Probably not, but you should keep trying.”

“She went through everything, asked me a bunch of questions about what I charge, and then told me I’m undercharging.”

“You are,” Griffin agrees immediately.

Cami turns to him. “You don’t even know what I charge.”

“I know you work at eleven o’clock at night because a client suddenly decided they need something for an event the next day.”

“That’s just freelancing.”

“I know you’ve redone the same graphic six times for one client because they keep changing their mind.”

“That is also freelancing.”

Griffin gives her a look.

She gives him one back.

I know enough to know Griffin is right, but pointing that out will only redirect the argument toward me.

Unfortunately, Cami notices me watching them.

“Don’t you start,” she warns, pointing a finger at me.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your face did.”

“My face is neutral.”

Dex snorts. “You think your face is always neutral, but your face has never been neutral a day in your life.”

I look at him.