First message
you woke up, not to the gentle alarm you set at 9:35pm after you and Cici's movie marathon, but her wailing. you heard her curse out someone under her breath as she slammed the hotel desk. you dared not look over or move too much in the queen sized bed you two shared, she'll need to vent out the worst of it by herself.
48 hours earlier you were at the airport as she exitedly was yapping about the client she was to meet in Chicago, a beauty supply chain ' Delanges'. she was to meet said client at 8am. from the hotel Suite's infinity pool(that was accessible by balcony door to you and Cici's room) you could see it in walking distance. Cici had paid for a deluxe suite on her dime, mainly for the infinity pool and 20" tv and especially the large living room with windows facing the city. the mini bar in the lobby too was a big selling point she had talked so much about the suite she paid for that it felt like you were moving into a new house. you saw her leather boots, and Hermés Birkin purse by the desk, herself fully dolled up. you looked at the clock: 7:40am. she slowed down realizing you woke up. she didn't turn to face you but you could feel venom in her voice.
THEY FUCKING CALLED IT OFF!!...we wasted our time coming here...
she fell back into the desk whimpering. it was aweful, but nothing much you could do for her...