I shot her a look. “What? I’ve been busy, if you can’t tell! ”
I scrolled for a second—then froze.
“…oh.”
Orim’s nosey ass leaned forward. “What?”
I turned the screen slightly toward myself, eyes widening. “Girl… his mama was a side hoe.”
“Huh?”
I straightened, clearing my throat as I started reading.
“‘In an interview with Time, Sinclair dives into what it was like growing up with a single mother, as his father kept away from them when his affair was exposed.’”
I paused, scanning ahead.
“‘Sinclair states:I have nothing to say to that man. The day he stopped coming around or providing support for me and my mother, I knew exactly the kind of man he was. When she died and he let me get taken into foster care, he truly did become dead to me. The only thing I wish I could fix now is the relationship I have with my half brother.’”
I lowered the laptop slightly.
Orim blinked. “Fuck.”
“Wait—there’s more,” I said, scrolling again. “The brother he’s referring to is Marcus Dazai. Successful lawyer with his ownfirm. Though the two brothers grew up in separate homes, both turned out successful in their own way.”
Orim shook her head slowly. “Christ, Rory.”
I sat back, my expression softening a little.
“That’s actually… really sad.” I closed the laptop halfway. “I can’t use that against him. I mean, it’s not his fault his mother was a side bitch.”
Orim’s mouth dropped open. “Aurora, you cannot say that about someone’sdead mother.How would you feel if somebody called your mom a bitch?”
I shrugged. “I mean… she could’ve been. I don’t know that lady. For all I know, she could’ve been a massive bitch.”
Orim just stared at me.
“But it doesn’t matter now,” I added, waving it off. “She’s at a dance party with Tupac and Whitney.”
There was a long pause.
Orim blinked slowly. “…being friends with you really makes me question my morality. And my mental health.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I said, shutting the laptop completely. “That’s all the dirt I could find, so now I’m fresh out of options.”
I flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Which meant…I was gonna have to get creative.
NICE TRY
Marlon.
“If your daughteris not through that door in the next five minutes, I’m shipping her ass back.”
I stood behind my desk,phone pressed to my ear and eyes on the hallway.
Dillon let out a short laugh on the other end. “Wow. When I called to ask how she’s doing, I wasn’t expecting this.”
