Aria's complaints about Ross had become a regular topic.
That relationship had clearly reached its breaking point.
Earlier that week she had told him bluntly over the phone:
"I'm done with him, West."
Her voice had been calm but firm.
"I don't care anymore."
West had asked carefully, "You sure?"
"Completely. I only want you."
Then she had said something that had caught him slightly off guard.
"I also don't care if you have other women."
West had paused as she continued without hesitation.
"I just want to be your number one."
Those words had stayed with him all week.
But that wasn't the only thing she had said.
Aria had gone even further.
"The gang you're creating will grow in number, right?"
"Eventually," West replied.
"Then you'll need someone managing things on the side."
West hadn't thought much about that before.
She continued explaining confidently.
"Logistics."
"Scheduling."
"Handling communications."
"Receiving clients or visitors."
