“Ayala kept saying, ‘Really, don’t waste your time, this is not up for discussion.’” She looked at Shuki. “I mean, did you ever?”
Dini threw a pillow onto the couch, causing Shuki, who’d been dozing, to lift up his head with a start.
“She didn’t even want to listen!” Dini fumed.
Shuki blinked several times. “Hmm? Who? Uh, how was the meeting with the consultant?”
She glared at the now blank laptop screen sitting on the dining room table.
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