“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!