Page 10 of Billionaire In Vegas

I filled her in and half-way into the call, Misha called as well. I connected the calls. “Don’t play with my emotions, Lacey. Please tell me you’re serious. I want to be in Vegas like right now. All male revue, baby! Wooohoooo!”

I heard Misha’s coworkers cheering in the background. I knew she had me on speakerphone and her entire office was listening. We’d both decided not to go into teaching after being teacher assistants in college and Misha had decided instead to go into interior design. She’d recently started her own interior design firm and it was an open office. No cubicles. Just everyone hanging around designing stuff. Most of her staff were women our age, except for her secretary, who was a sixty-year-old guy who didn’t say much. He mostly ignored them and ate BBQ all day. At least, that’s what Misha told me. I’d never met the guy.

“No joke. We’re going to Vegas ladies.”

“Whoop! Whoop!”

“On a private plane...”

“What?” gasped Emmaline.

“And that’s not even the best part, all our accommodations are paid for.”

“Excuse me!” Misha yelled. “Shut up! You have got to be kidding me.” I could hear the ladies in the background asking for more info.

I quickly filled everyone in, barely noticing the challenging trek back to the entrance since I was so excited over the recent turn of events, and when I was done with my story, I was at the gate and my taxi was waiting for me.

“This is crazy,” Emmaline said in awe as she digested all the details.

“No, this is awesome,” I said with a huge smile on my face as I slid into the taxi, waved good-bye to Peter and thanked God that I hadn’t said no to Kadija