“Why are we even having this argument? All you’ve got is that half written rockstar thing that no one liked anyway,” Alex said curtly, his worried gaze on the writer.
“I wouldn’t mind a little more zombie story,” D called out from the other room.
“Seriously?” Max muttered. “You just want to see if you’re going to kill me, sell me or …”
“Exactly. I want to know what the or is.”
“Will you two shut up,” Alex yelled.
“I guess I could …” her voice trailed off into a sigh.
“What happened to just doing a meme babe?”
“I couldn’t find a good one,” she said with a shrug and another sigh.
“So do I get to kill Max or what?” D asked as he walked into the room.
“Hey!” Max trailed behind looking worried.
“You’re safe today, she’s just doing a meme,” Alex said with a yawn.
“I am?” She looked up in surprise.