Denial 3
Denial 3 LEXI~ I take a step back, adjusting to my surroundings. “Aya? What are you doing here?” “What are you doing here?” She stares at me coldly, carrying a black briefcase in one hand and a gold umbrella in the other. “Because I’m on top secret business.” Gabi looks picks up Pickles, who is still barking at the poor terrified woman on the other end of the room. She glances at me, her eyebrows raising under her sunglasses somehow. “Lexi? Who’s she?” “Um, old friend from high school,” I laugh nervously. “Ah, okey-dokie.” Gabi doesn’t seem to buy it, but she shrugs it off. “So, there’s room for all of us in this elevator, huh?” ...