Brooke always paced whenever she was in panic mode. She'd made so many phone calls these past few days and wasn't close to nipping the menace in the bud.
She thought about Ashley, chilled with Julian probably sipping her electrolytes from a Coconut, blissfully unaware of the shit storm that was heading her way.
She'd been so happy when Ashley had informed her of her trip with Julian.
"About time" she'd said. Not that it came as a surprise to her. She'd seen those two around each other lately.
The only thing keeping them apart was pride,as far as she was concerned. She also kept the quiet believe, that they would succumb to the all encompassing power of love in the long run, to herself.
She resolved, Ashley wasn't going to come back to the distressing news, not if it was within her power. So here she was fighting tooth and nail as her friend and lawyer.
Steadying herself, she repeated again to Neville, as if to measure their progress "Platform, paper, honeytrap."
