Britney called Abigail early in the morning.
"Hey, Abigail. Are you busy?"
Abigail, taken aback by her frantic voice, placed the toast on the plate she was about to eat. She was afraid Gloria had done something to cause her marriage to fall apart.
"What's the matter?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Get ready. I am coming."
"Get ready for what?" Abigail was stunned even more.
"For a job interview, of course. I am coming. Be ready."
Beep…
"Interview for a job! So suddenly! How am I going to face it without preparation?"
Abigail didn't like it when someone put pressure on her. She preferred to work at her own pace. Besides, she was perplexed as to why Britney was rushing so much.
She thought she would say no to her, so she ate her breakfast calmly.
Britney arrived in no time. She scrunched up her face in annoyance when she saw her still eating breakfast.
"What is it? You are not ready yet!" She moved over to her frantically.
