The rule is: if you won't say it on the spot, don't mention it; and I broke it horribly.
"Fine," I sighed, organising the events in my head and proceeding to tell them how the CEO I met at a gay bar had asked me to help him get rid of his fiancée while making me act like his girlfriend. They listened attentively, without interruptions, even ignoring the employee when he served us our drinks.
"So, today I kind of helped him again…" almost finished, I told them about today, "it was quite a mess because the girl used a disguise to enter the company and… gosh, you guys it was crazy. I don't know if I can actually say what happened there but... he's suing her now. At least that's what he said when he kicked her out."
"Suing her..." Sophie mumbled quite seriously, only to glare at me later. "It's really a mess, but what's in your head, biatch." Drinking from her cup, she nudged Mason so he would wake up, "Say something, gay boy. I'm bad at making sense."
