Chapter 63

LONDON

“What took you so long in the bathroom?” Neke waited for me at the door with her fist against her hip and studied me for a while.

“You’re gonna also ask me the color of my pee or poop?”

She pursed her lips to hide her smile. “I didn’t expect you to adapt to this kind of life so quickly.”

“You mean my poor life?”

“Jeez, London.” She rolled her life. “I’m aware I’m poor, but you don’t have to shove it in my face.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean it like that.” I was about to come to her when she raised her hands.

“Just kidding. You’re not poor. I’m sure you have savings, and I also have a few thousand dollars in my account.”

“There’s a clause in the contract that I can’t have the percentage of the revenue until it meets that deadline. But we’re going to start searching for jobs today.” I joined her in the kitchen.

It was nine in the morning, but we were still in her apartment. It had been a week since we were jobless. And I didn’t