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Lisabell’s expression turns thoughtful. “You think you’re going to Heaven or Hell?”
Either. As long as I’m not here,” I moan.
She laughs. “Dramatic,” she states fondly.
“Whatever.”
“Anyway, you need to get your butt off the bed. You’re going to work with me today,” she informs me.
I sit up quickly and laugh nervously. “No, I’m not.”
She gives me her serious face. The one where she raises a blonde eyebrow while glaring with her brown eyes. “Get up, Juliette.”
“I know I moved in with you but you really don’t need to be sounding like my mom right now.”
“I’m not. I’m telling you to get off your ass and come with me to work.”
“Lisabell, it’s six p.m.,” I say, a pitiful attempt at an excuse.
“Which is when my work usually starts. You know this. I promise it’ll be fun. It’ll be a great experience.”
Something in her tone raises my suspicions.
“Why do I get a feeling there’s something you’re not telling me?”
“I’ll tell you when we get there.”
“Said every murderer ever!”
“Listen, Julie. If I wanted to kill you, I could easily do it here, in the safety of my home. I’ll just grab a pillow while you’re asleep, use it to block your airways, and squeeze until all the life drains out of you.”
My eyes widen as I stare at her. “That’s morbid, Lisabell. And terrifying.”
She may only be five-foot-three with golden blonde hair, brown eyes, and the most innocent face known to man, but my best friend is definitely one of the scariest people I know.
“You know I don’t mean it,” she says offhandedly.
I laugh slowly. “That’s the second time you’ve threatened me with bodily harm in the span of ten minutes.”
She smirks. “And how many times have I done so in the span of 12 years since we’ve known each other?”
“Way too many times to count,” I admit.
Lisabell grins. “See? And I never mean it. It’s not my fault I watch way too much true crime. Neither is it my fault I have a job that I usually only need to show up for within the hours of four p.m. and eleven p.m. I’m left jobless for half a day. I have to keep myself busy with something.”
“And crime documentaries are the best use of that time,” I say sarcastically.
“Exactly! Now, let’s go. It’s bring your bestie to work day,” she states, getting to her feet and heading toward the door.
I groan. “Have I mentioned I hate your job?” I call after her.
“At least I have one.”
I gasp and throw one of the pillows in my room at her. But she’s already out the door, leaving only the sound of her evil cackles.
She’s right, though, I need to get out of the house. It’s been two months since Rell’s burnt down and I was left without a job. I had only worked there for a year and a half but it’s been devastating waking up in the morning with nowhere to go. I’ve tried hard to get a new job but everywhere’s full. My only options are getting a waitressing job or working at a bar somewhere.
Which is my worst nightmare. I’m a chef—I’m meant to be in the kitchen, not on the front lines. Plus, I’m not really good at dealing with a lot of people. I’m glad I at least still have some savings left, which should tide me over while I’m staying at Lisabell’s.
