Ashley
The bitch. The fucking bitch. Ashley fumed, exercising her last shred of self-control to jeep from smashing the phone into bits. Joy had just hung up on her. Ashley immediately called her back and got the answering machine.
She left a message. "I suggest you reconsider my request," Ashley uttered malevolently. She waited for the call back that didn't come. What if daddy intercepted the message? He was used to her bickering with Joy, but still…
Ashley went out for a run. Went to class, then work, then out with her friends. She stumbled in after 2 a.m. to see the red light blinking on her answering machine. She hit play.
"And I suggest you mind your tone, Berenice4," drawled Joy's voice.
"Fuck," Ashley spat. How had Joy found out? There were more rats in Skylin than New York City.