*Olivia*
I poked my head into Dahlia's bedroom and found her, for once, sitting at her desk instead of on her bed.
“Olive!” She shot up immediately. “Are you here to save me from the nightmares of Organizational Behavior 103?”
Despite everything, I laughed. “Not intentionally.”
“God, I’ll take it,” she declared, standing and flinging herself backward onto her bed. “It’s like, I get it, there’s a lot of human behavior research that goes into a successful business. But if I really wanted to learn about human behavior, I’d have majored in psychology!”
I perched on the bed next to her and patted her head. “Sorry, Dolly. Organizational Behavior waits for no debatable heir to a crime family.”
She rolled on her side and pouted at me. “Tell me you’ve got something more interesting going on in your life?”
I groaned. “I guess that depends on how you define ‘interesting.’”
Her eyes lit up. “Spill.”
