“Hmph, who else would be a handful?” Ivanna growled, “I swear that woman’s digging her own grave.”

“Calm down, Ivanna. We’ll talk when we meet later.” I interjected, trying to avoid a rant.

I received another call as we talked. I glanced at my phone and saw Atlas’s name, so I told Ivanna, “Hang up. I have another call.”

When she ended the call, I answered Atlas’s, “Hello.”

"Who were you talking to?" he asked.

"Ivanna."

“Oh. Come to Pleca Park after work tonight,” Atlas said firmly.

“Sure!