The Paella That Saved the World (The Paella Trilogy Book 1) by Elle Simpson

Author:Elle Simpson [Simpson, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-11T22:00:00+00:00

The invite was signed with a name I didn’t know, date and time for some hotel with a New York address. Dress code was white tie. Death was increasingly imminent.

“What’s wrong, kiddo? You’ve gone kinda green.”

Wordlessly, I held out the invite for Toni to read.

“When’s this?” Toni asked, pointing to the date. He fished his glasses out of his pocket and put them on. “Tomorrow, right?”

“What? No.” I looked again. I dug out my phone. Today was the 22nd. The invite was for— “Tonight,” I said. “Oh my god, it’s tonight.”

I sat there, brain frantically maths-ing away. The gala started at nine o’clock New York time. The invite said I had to be there at seven. Even if Colin made it back early, would that still be early enough? And if Creepy Bob made her move before then, would the massed whatevers of the Whatever Council – would they be enough to save the day if humanity was already a compelled herd of scrambled-egg-brain robots?

“Oh god.”

“They must’ve pushed the date up a little,” Toni said, completely sensible and entirely oblivious. “It must be hard, you know, coordinating the schedules of all the VIPs. Because that’s got be a pretty fancy guest list.”

A fancy guest list full of every major world leader, head of state, and all the people other countries put on their coins.

“Oh my god.”

“I don’t think they’ll let you take your phone, so no pictures. But steal Mum and me a goody bag or two, huh?” Toni said.

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. All I could do was stare dumbly down at the invite. I wasn’t even scared anymore. Just numb. Just straight up shocked.

But the thing is, me in shock must be pretty indistinguishable from me in the usual Full English saturated fat-induced food coma, because Toni just left me to it and started tidying up.

He shifted the plates to wipe the worktop, took the dishes to the sink, lifted the discarded envelope – and a little sheet of folded paper came fluttering out.

“Huh. We missed something.” Toni picked up the note and squinted.

“What does it say?” I asked, so totally not in any way at all even slightly wanting to know.

Toni squinted some more. “That you’re, uh… Oh. Getting a lift to New York.”

Like, that was kind of obvious. I was a good swimmer, but I wasn’t Atlantic Ocean good. “A flight, you mean?”

“Well, yes…sort of.”

I knew a hella ominous pause when I heard one. “What does ‘sort of’ mean?”

Toni handed the note over. My eyes read the words on the note. My brain made sense of the words. My heart stopped beating because of the words.

“Oh. My. God.”

My ride to the gala? Was Creepy Bob.

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