Ashley's POV 

  Struck with surprise, I slammed the door shut, trotting away as I noted the other rooms might be for some of the Venmo minions.

  Ok, noted.

  “Going somewhere, fatso.” 

  His familiar, annoying tone startled him as I noticed a shadow looming over the hallway behind me.

  Slowly turning around, I was standing face to face with the other less psychotic Venmo twin, except he had a flirty smirk as he inched closer.

  “Looking for me or—” He leaned forward, almost brushing his face with mine, and I had to draw my head back.

  “This.” He completed his sentence by pulling my phone up to my face and dangling...