"Okay, random question. What would you do if you suddenly woke up tomorrow as a millionaire?" I ask.
Pippa slowly turns her chair towards me, her gaze running a fever-check on me before she snorts and gets back to work.
I lean forward to grab the parking tape, then I smack her head with it.
"What!" she screams, her eyes wide, ready to attack if I ask another stupid question.
"Haha! Calm down, sweetie. But I f*****g mean it."
"Say you just wake up and like… your bank account legit says seven figures, no strings."
Pippa rolls her eyes so hard she almost falls off her chair.
"Girl, I’d wake up, check the account, then go right back to sleep. Ain’t no way that’s real."
"Come on, seriously. Let's say you win the lottery or some rich aunt dies and… poof! Money in your bank account. Wh
