Life is unpredictable. Something these 30-somethings are currently learning. Men may come and go but hopefully, their friendship will get them through any setback.
Insecure meets Golden Girls.
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Harlem: Good morning. You didn't have to rush out. We could've had breakfast.
Torryn smirked as she read the text while standing by Thalia's desk. She hadn't been at work for thirty minutes before getting summoned to her boss's office. She wasn't surprised. Royce MacAlister, a FIT grad with elite East Coast roots and a prim & posh persona was an uber type A personality. It was days like this when she wished she was Dallas' associate and not the owner and founder of MacAlister Design. But her training in classical piano was the quirk that helped her solidify a relationship with Royce and garner a job straight out of college hence her being the right-hand to the boss.
"Is that the guy that stole you away from us last night?" Thalia chimed in as she strolled around to her desk with a stack of colored folders in hand.
"Is that where you scurried off to?" Cassandra lowered the polka-dotted mug from her eager lips. "To go see some guys during girls' night."
"It wasn't a girl's night." Torryn slipped her phone in the pocket of her black trousers. "It was cocktails after work."
Cassandra gasped with a hand to her chest. There was no mock shock there. She tended to be a tad more dramatic than most. "Is she downplaying our get-togethers?" She asked Thaila, who was behind the desk busying herself. "We're a clique of professional women. A sisterhood at this establishment."
"As you can tell someone was upset. " Thaila lifted her brown eyes covered by her rimless glasses. "By your early departure."
Cassandra's head inched to the side. "Bonding makes for a better workplace. Less hostility. We should be a family since we're here so many hours of the day."
Torryn and Thaila blankly stared at each other. It wasn't Cassandra's fault that she grew up sheltered and without an internet connection before the age of thirteen. She was homeschooled by a retired teacher and her parents were older than most of her peers' parents by thirty years. She was a late-in-life baby and an only child.
"We are a sisterhood," Torryn clarified to the doe-eyed girl before her with a pat on her shoulder. "But I had a friend fly into town and we needed to catch up."
"Catch up," Thaila air quoted before flipping open another folder. "Is that what they call it now cause I've been out of the game for a couple of years."
Thaila's cushion-cut engagement ring never failed to capture anyone's attention.
"Did you have a date last night," Cassandra inquired, glancing across the modern, art-deco-designed lobby to see if her boss was still on the phone. He was. "Because then I'd understand."
"It wasn't a date." Torryn blinked down at her watch—Ali was taking longer than usual, she wondered if she needed Thaila to pick up the office phone and tell her that she was waiting outside her office. "Harlem and I just haven't seen each other in a minute and needed to get together"
