Page 122 of Break Points and Face Offs

I take every card except my bank card, my driver’s license and my student ID out of my wallet and put them down on the desk.

Father isn’t even looking at me anymore.

I wait for him to say something, but he stands instead, dismissing me.

“You won’t take this out on Jamie,” I say. I’m not sure whether I mean it to be a question or a statement. I square my shoulders. I won’t let him.

“This is between you and me.”

I sigh with relief.

As I’m leaving, he says, “This isn’t personal, Priestley. It’s just business.”

I manage to make it down to the first floor in the elevator and out onto the street before I collapse against a wall. I can’t believe I just did that. I stood up to my father. He took away every safety net I’ve ever had and I feel … free.

“Hey, how’d it go?”

I turn to find Will holding two disgustingly unhealthy-looking hot dogs, a dab of relish in the corner of his lips.

“What?”

“You’ve got something—” I kiss him instead of pointing it out. He groans into my mouth.

When he pulls away, he’s watching me cautiously. I take one of the hot dogs from him, taking a big bite before telling him, “My father took my credit cards away.”

Will nods, like he expected as much. He puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in closer and kissing me around the hot dog.

“Someone just got a job at Morgan Stanley. I hope you told your dad he can stick his AMEX Black Card up his ass.”

“I got an internship, not a job.”

Will rolls his eyes. “For now. Priestley Rosenthal doesn’t give up, that’s what I heard.”

I laugh before diving back into my hot dog. “This is really good.”

Will’s watching me like I’m doing something sexy. Weirdo.

He presses me against the wall to the Rosenthal Asset Management building and kisses me silly, probably getting relish and mustard on my good shirt.

“Priestley?”

I break away from the kiss. The son of one of my father’s associates is watching me with fascinated horror.

“Hello, Blaine.”

He looks from Will to me and back again. “What are you doing?”

“Eating a hot dog and kissing my boyfriend. What are you doing?”

Will snorts.

“Going to see your father.”

“Good luck with that. He’s in a stinking bad mood.”

Blaine nods and almost walks into the revolving doors before disappearing behind them.

“Is he someone important?” Will asks.