30 LINGERIES AND CHAMPAGNE

Renee paced around her living room, running her free hand through her curly brown hair that looked like it hadn't been washed or brushed for days. “Pick the damn phone, Daniel,” she cried as the call disconnected again. She had been calling him since the sun rose, but he hadn't taken her calls nor did he call her back. She called his number again, “You can't abandon me, you asshole, I won't let you,” she muttered as the phone rang, but it didn't go through. She knew going to his house was pointless, especially if Kyra was there. She'd be thrown out like a dog and her pride wouldn't let that happen. She wouldn't let Anna see her be humiliated. “Think, Renee. Think,” she muttered, giving up on calling Daniel. Right! She picked up her phone and dialled a friend who worked at a popular TV station. “Thank God you picked the call,” she said with a sigh of relief. “I’m busy, Renee. Perhaps we should talk another time,” a male voice that didn't sound the slightest bit hap