When Faults Collide (Faultlines #1) Read Free Page B

the local theater scene.
    “Oh yeah?” I leaned down to sweep my pile into the dustpan. “What play?”
    “My Fair Lady!
I’m so excited!” she exclaimed. “What about you? Think you will disconnect from Facebook long enough to go outside today?”
    My eyebrow raised. “Hey! I just came back inside!”
    “Pshh. Your run around the park and trip to Buzzy’s hardly counts as going out,” she teased.
    “Well, I’m working on a few projects that just came in, wrappingup that logo request I had, and then I just got an inquiry for a new job with some new venue.”
    “Oooh, nice. Make that money, sister! Whatcha doing later? Want to come to Legends with us?” Her big brown eyes looked at me pleadingly.
    “Um, sure. I can do that. Who else is going?” I stood up and dusted the flour from the knees of my yoga pants.
    “Me, Tom, Beatrice, Gus, and Mandy.” She said while counting the names on her fingers.
    I squished up my nose at the mention of Mandy.
    “I know, I know. But you know she and Gus are like... together...so she’s kind of, like, a necessary evil,” Lily said as if that excused it.
    Mandy was horrid. She was from Connecticut and thought everyone below the Mason Dixon line was pure trash. She also had no problem telling you as much either. I’d had enough unpleasant run ins with her as is.
    “Ugh. I get it, but really? Gus could do so much better! That girl is toxic!” I said, putting my hands on my hips.
    She nodded in agreement. “I know, Ash. Believe me, we all know. But what can we do? Come on, we can ignore her and have a good time!”
    I breathed out. “Okay. What time?”
    She bounced again. “Yay! Let’s say 8?”
    I nodded, and then pulled out my phone to check my notifications and emails. I walked over to the cabinet and pulled down a mug with one hand, scrolling through Instagram with the other. I set my mug in my Keurig and popped in a chai latte and pressed it to start.
    My latte finished just as I got a ding for a new email.
    Subject: RE: Graphics Work
    I have some time Monday as well. Would 3pm work for you? We could meet at the venue it you want, or even at a coffee shop. Your choice
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    Looking forward to it
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    -B. Daley
    I took my first sip of latte and then replied.
    Subject: RE: Graphics Work
    3pm would work great for me! I could come to the venue
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    It will give me an idea of your vision and also the atmosphere that I’m working with. Just shoot me the address and I’ll be there!
    -Asha Harris
    I slipped my phone back into my pocket and scooted past Lily, who was working on the dishes, to head upstairs to my office.
    Our house was advertised as a three bedroom, but it was really a two bedroom. One of the bedrooms had an attached room, which was only accessible through one of the bedrooms. I took this room so I could claim the second room as my office. The entire back wall was exposed brick and there were high wood beams at the ceiling and large picture windows across the front and back walls. There were small window panes above that with stained glass. I loved our house, but I especially loved my room. It was my fortress and my safe haven.
    Decorated in mostly white with tons of funky accent colors, it was feminine but fun. The centerpiece of the bedroom area of my room was my iron queen size bed. It had a white, fluffy down comforter and yellow scatter pillows. I wrapped pink twinkle lights through the headboard so when lit it was like a fun fairytale bed. Our closets were tiny and practically nonexistent so I also housedtwo giant wardrobes that I had painted teal and then distressed on the opposite wall of my bed. Above the bed was a giant canvas with cherry blossom branches. Lily’s boyfriend Tom painted it for me in college. Next to my bed was a cheap Ikea nightstand that I painted yellow, putting a teal vase with fake cherry blossom branches popping out in the center.
    I opened the French doors to my connecting office and set my latte down on my desk. I plugged my