Chloe broke and

The phone buzzed again, insistent. Max sighed, rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows, the warm sand shifting beneath her. She grabbed the phone, squinting at the screen—Unknown Number. A flicker of irritation crossed her face.

Telemarketers, probably. Or worse, some **** fan who’d somehow gotten her private digits. She swiped to answer, voice dripping with bored dismissal. "Yeah?" A shaky breath crackled through the speaker.

Then, a voice—hoarse, ragged, achingly familiar. "Max…?" Her stomach dropped. Chloe. Not just calling—broken.

"Chloe? Chloe Price?" Max asked shocked to hear from her ex after so long.

"Max... i... i need help." Chloe said she sounded ****.

A.) She needs money (Chloe is a suger baby)

B.) She needs a place to stay (unwanted roommate)

C.) Chloe needs a job (Max gets a personal maid)

D.) Something else (add to it)