Brock smirked. “You have 48 hours.”
She stared at the screen, her molded lashes somehow conveying the exact weight of existential dread. Two months behind. Three if you counted the late fee on the inflatable hot tub repair. barbie beach rent is due
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll host a beach gala. Tickets, silent auction, sponsored by ‘Aqua Net and Existential Peace.’ It’ll be huge.” Brock smirked