"Can't we just-"
"Sssh! Just shut it, Cam," I hissed.
"Hey, don't say that," he muttered, looking wounded. I flashed him an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, really, I am. But I need to check out what's going on over here..."
My ears perked up once again as I struggled to try and hear the sound of Fiona's voice. Please say yes, please say yes, my mind begged desperately.
Fiona was on the phone with her would- be- manager- if-she-employed-her. Or rather, the manager was on the phone to her. Well, either way, I still wanted Fiona to get the job.
It was at a posh restaurant uphill, way miles from here, but totally worth the effort of an hour of public transport. A five- star rated hotel and looking for a new chef who had at least two years of experience, Fiona fit the job more perfectly than this studded heel boot fit my foot.
"Why are we spying though?"
"Because," I answered through gritted teeth. "Fiona knows how much it would mean to me to mean to her if she got the job and if she gets let down, I'll get let down which will mean-"
"I'll get let down," said a voice behind me. I felt a shiver run down my spine and didn't need to turn to see who it was.
"Oh, well done," continued Chad in a sarcastic voice. "Who let the buffoon in?" Cam immediately looked around the hallway with a wild look in his eyes.
"I did," I snapped and turned back to the door. Crap. The conversation with the 'manager' was over. Which meant...
The door suddenly flung open and I yelped and jumped back. Fiona looked neither startled nor surprised to see three pairs of curious eyes looking at her. Instead, her expression was one of amusement and...happiness?
"Whoa, hold on..." I said slowly. "So you-"
"Got the job? Yes!" she squealed and before I could congratulate her, she rushed past me and screamed at the top of her voice, "David!"
"Soooo...what're we going to do now?" asked Cam, looking at me expectantly. I looked into the living room. Empty.
"We're going to watch something."
"Watch?"
"Yeah. Star Wars," I answered brightly. Whoa...Star Wars? Where the hell did that come from? I don't even like the bloody thing.
"Cool," said Cam and walked in. I was about to walk in after him when a painful grip caught on my arm. I shrieked loudly.
"Chad, dammit!"
Jesus," he said, immediately letting go of my arm. "Are you okay?" he asked anxiously.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered irritably, rubbing my arm.
"No," he said, waving to the arm. "I'm not talkng about that. I'm asking are you okay?" I looked up and into his grey eyes. My heart skipped a beat.
"Shit. Who died?"
