The Last Laugh

Chapter 41

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Heather's POV:

That night, I was sleeping at Shirley's place.

We watched a movie together yet we discussed throughout.

"How was work. Or if I may ask, did you speak with your new friend today?" Shirley teased.

"Shirley, stop. He's not the first employee I'm friends with. You're crazy." I giggled.

"I know but he is so hot!"

"That's true." I remembered the pic. I turned to her, "Today while I was at lunch with Kevin, I texted

Ace."

"Uh, huh?"

"I asked him to send a pic of himself."

Shirley's eyes widened.

"You what?? You are becoming bold!" she exclaimed and we both laughed.

"It pops up at times. I was kidding though. but he did send a pic."

"Oouu, where is it? Lemme see it!" she said excitedly.

I laughed and took out my phone to show her the picture. When I did, Shirley seized the phone from my

hand to have a closer look at the picture. Her mouth dropped open.

"Oh my fucking gosh!" she exclaimed. I laughed. "Is he a part-time model too?" she asked me.

"No. He's fit right?"

"Yes! Oh gosh, he's handsome."

"Hahaha, don't exaggerate, Shirley."

She looked at me.

"Am I lying?"

"Well," I blushed a little, "...no."

"Voila! You have said it yourself. I'm sure he likes you."

"N– no way."

"You sure?"

"Yes. And by the way he knows I have a boyfriend that I appreciate really much."

Shirley rolled her eyes.

"Let's do something. Call him." she smiled.

"What?? Why?"

"I don't know? I just wanna hear his voice. I'm sure he's sleeping by now. It's past midnight. If he picks,

maybe, I said maybe, he likes you. Cuz I see no one who'd interrupt a cozy sleep for a midnight call.

Just try."

I doubted.

"And plus," she added, wriggling her brows, "...a boy's sleep voice is the sexiest thing you can hear."

I giggled and she too.

"That's so true." I said with a blush as I nervously looked at my fingers.

"Now call. And let's see if Ace has a sexy, sleep voice."

We both laughed.

"But what will I say?"

"Ask him some dumb shit about work."

"Uh, okay."

I gathered some courage and dialed his number. Then I put the call on loud speaker.

We could hear his phone ringing. Shirley and I looked at each other patiently. Honestly, I hoped he

wouldn't pick.

"Mmm, hello?" his sleepy voice came through, making me panic and causing Shirley to smile.

"Uh, yeah. Hello, Ace. D– did I wake you up?" I asked

"Yeah..." his voice though! Shirley was smiling like a happy clown.

"Sorry, for disturbing you I–"

"No, you never disturb me, Heather..."

The way he said my name. I felt my face redden and I looked at Shirley who pretended to have fainted

from the sound of his voice. I tried my best not to laugh.

"Oh, okay. Th– that's nice."

"Is there any prob– lem?..." he asked in a slow manner.

Goosebumps.

"Yeah, uh you know the information I asked you to type?"

"Uh huh..."

"How many pages did it all make?"

"I–" I heard him yawn a little, "Twenty. I think..."

"Okay, thank you."

"Is that really why you called me? So late?"

"Uh, yeah..." I replied amused.

"For the number of pages?"

"Yeah..."

"Or was it–" he yawned and I could tell he was really tired, "...or was it because you just wanted to hear

my voice?"

My mouth dropped open and Shirley's too. I looked at her in amusement.

When I didn't answer, he spoke again.

"Confirmed. Goodnight, beautiful." he yawned a little again, "And tell Shirley goodnight too." he hung

up.

I looked at Shirley in disbelief.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. Shirley burst out laughing.

"Oh no! It's all your fault!" I laughed and threw a pillow at her. She laughed.

"He's to good!" she giggled.

I held my head in my hands.

"Oh gosh, how will I face him tomorrow??"

"Hihihi, sorry."

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Christina's POV:

My relationship with Heather had really changed and I had to admit it hurt.

After the quarrel we had the night she was packing out, the next Monday, she still spoke to us. Heather

was a golden child. I actually loved her very much.

I stayed the whole night thinking. I came up with an idea. I was gonna invite her for a little family fun

amongst ourselves. Only three of us. I had to try and get us all close together again.

I decided that the next day I'd tell both my girls about it. It would be a great opportunity.