As I was in deep thought, Ashlyn texted me.
“Connor, Howie wants me to stay for another two weeks, please tell him no. I want to come back to New York.”
“Sorry Ashlyn, if that’s what Howie wants then you have to do it. It’s part of the job, and if you refuse, then I’m afraid you won’t be able to work for Black Enterprises anymore.”
“I hate you Connor Black.”
I didn’t even respond to that because I was hoping she meant it. But I know she didn’t because it isn’t the first time she said it.