"Where did you say you're again?" Sasha asked with awe mixed with glee that her elder sister secretly couldn't reciprocate.
"We’re at Shane’s parent’s house up in the Smokies," Angela replied, smiling despite herself. "We’ll be back in Nashville this evening."
"Wow. You're really living it up," teased Sasha, "While I work my butt off at my new job."
"Hey, I'm working too you know. I told you, this is just a..."
"A project. Yeah, I remember that part," Sasha said with a shrewd tone. "What are you, his personal assistant or something? Because the gossip rags are making you sound like his new squeeze. Dad was up yesterday and somehow got a hold of one of those celebrity mags. Thankfully I took it off him before he got to the page with you on Shane Davis's arm at some swanky party."
Angela sighed deeply. Only yesterday she'd managed to speak to her father on the phone and it lifted her spirit though it made her feel sad, too. He assured her he loved the new health facility and that he was getting much better. Angela could tell that for herself; her father hadn't sounded so strong in weeks.
"Just keep him in the dark about my um...shenanigans until this project is over."
"So when will that be?"
"Soon. In a week, tops. That's when this assignment comes to a close."
“What are you going to do then?” Sasha asked. “Any plans?”
“I don’t know,” Angela replied, her heart heavy. “I have no idea what I’m going to do.”