EIGHT - SEBASTIAN

“Sebastian,” The tone of Sam' voice was very serious.

“No. Is she around? Hearing what you say? Is that why we're talking about it?"

“No.” I paced around the hotel room. I could see why my friend was worried, but I was annoyed that it was so hard to show him I knew what I was doing.

"You really want to get paid for your part of the business," he said.

“Yeah.” It didn't come out as well as I had hoped, so I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Almost." I didn't want to leave A Taste of Magic because I loved the place. It would always have a place in my heart. But I had to if I wanted the future I had started to plan.

Sam let out a low huff of anger. "You know what, don't think that. "I'll be out there."

“What?” I took the phone from my ear and just looked at it. "You can't. You have to get a job. The restaurant was—"

"Can stand on its own for an entire shift without me," he said. "Let's call it an on-the-spot test for the staff. I'm going to come out, and we'll talk about this. Head-