Chapter 36

We only sang one song, “Sorry.” It was the lightest subject matter.

When I was in New York I ended up getting a call from Heather. She left a voicemail asking me about a specific client we had who came in every year but she had never dealt with. I knew all the ins and outs of their stay.

My first instinct was to ask Casey what I should do. But we weren’t on speaking terms. Or, we spoke, but it was only about band stuff. We weren’t hanging out socially unless it was as a band.

I decided I would send a text. I told her that, because no one at the hotel was familiar with the guest’s requests, the guest should have to tell them. And if the guest got upset, explain they fired Nick, the last person who knew what was up. I really hoped they did mention I’d been let go, because I worked my ass off for that guest, and they were going to be very upset if they were given any less special treatment.

Of course, Kennedy told me to text her,I don’t work there. Suffer, job stealing whore.