No chance I was missing this call. I reached for the phone, leaning against the tile wall, away from the water cascading above, and answered. Kim stood, and the three girls exchanged that look, mischievous, conspiratorial, their eyes glinting with trouble. I didn't know exactly what it meant, but it was definitely not good. They giggled, then turned their gazes on me, smirking.
"Ms. Komb," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "H-hello."
"Evan!" Delilah's voice was sharp, excited. "They—those idiots! They're fired! There's police involved and, and then…"
"Easy, ma'am," I chuckled, my heart racing, not just from the call. "What happened?"
"So, okay. Basically…" She launched into explaining the gala drama, the fallout I'd orchestrated, but I played dumb, listening like I hadn't planned it all.
