Page 63 of Meet Cute Reboot

“When you say cities, is it one hundred cities? Or two hundred cities? Or two cities? Or ten—”

“Got it,” I cut in. “You need more quantification.”

“Exactly.”

I rattle off the states I have in mind.

Drew breathes into the phone. Waiting for more quantification?

“How many subscribers do you have currently?” Drew asks.

“Just under a thousand.”

“That’s all?” He sounds unimpressed.

I sink into my chair. “Yeah. So?”

“That’s child’s play. You have a dedicated server at ServeIt. You should be fine. Unless the app suddenly takes off. Which I doubt. I can’t imagine there’s that many idiots out there.”

Sarah gapes at the phone. She punches the mute button. “Again, why are you paying him?”

I shrug. “Not for positive reinforcement.”

“Clearly.” She unmutes the call.

“I developed a roll-out plan with my former software development team,” I say. “We have zip codes batched by state. I assume they transferred the plan to you?”

“I don’t have any plans. I just code.”

“Do you work with someone who plans?” I try.

“I’ll talk to my project manager.”

“Okay. If he doesn’t have it, I can send it over.”

“She.”

“Great. She. Are you good, Bethany?”

“Absolutely,” Bethany says. “It sounds like you two have the technical side under control.”

She has more faith in Drew than I do.

“We can talk more about the marketing side next week,” Bethany says. “I’m out at three o’clock today. My son’s getting married at Hilton Head tomorrow.”

I gasp. “That’s amazing, Bethany. How exciting.”

“Am I no longer needed?” Drew asks.

“Isn’t it great that Bethany’s son is getting married?” I ask, searching for Drew’s human side.

He grunts.

“Yeah, we’re done,” I say. “Keep the lines of communication open. I want to know when you unlock those zip codes.”

“Let me find my magic key,” Drew deadpans.

I huff out a fake laugh. “Great. Just keep me posted.”