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“Man is testing my patience today.”
Asshole CFO: I have food
I pull the phone closer to get a better look at the takeaway bag hanging from his finger.
It’s from Poppies Sandwich Shop.
Of course, I’m starving.
Asshole CFO: Please, Baby Lowell
Say no.
You still need to have some boundaries.
If Dad gets his transplant, he’ll need me even more than he already does, and if I’m tied up in Lance, it will be harder than just letting go of my career.
Scarlet: I need fuel, and I don’t have my bank card. I can’t drive to yours when I’ll barely make it home
Asshole CFO: Come here, and I’ll drop you home
I feel like my reasoning is slipping away from me day by day.
My phone rings in my hand, and as if it’s the universe’s way of screwing with me, my dad’s name lights up the screen.
I pull on my seat belt and connect the call to my car.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Scarlet, sorry. I just wondered how soon you’ll be home?”
“Soon, Dad. I’ve just left the girls’ apartment. I might nip to the Montwell and get some cash from Mase. Or I could pop in to see Charles. I need fuel, but I left my bank card at home. The light’s flashing at me, and I’m crapping it that I won’t make it back. I’m disgustingly hungover today.” All the more reason to call Lance and let him give me a lift. He went to Poppies and got my favourite sandwich. “Anyway, it could be worse.”
Dad chuckles under his breath, but it comes out short. It kicks me in the gut, reminding me how poorly he is at the moment.
When he doesn’t give his usual “it could be better” I tell him, “I’ll be home soon, Dad.”
“Go and see Mason, sweetheart. He’ll look after you. Don’t rush back, okay?”
“I will! See you in a bit.”
I hang up and reply to Lance.
Scarlet: I told Dad I’d be home for lunch. Tonight, I promise.
As I start the engine, I peer down, seeing an image come through of a wrapped sandwich with “Anthony” written across the paper.
Asshole CFO: And I got you raclette & ham
I sit and smile at my phone, a chuckle forcing its way out.
“Don’t rush back.”
I pull out of the girls’ apartment and drive toward Lance’s penthouse, not being able to wipe the smile off my face the entire journey.
“What’s the password?”
“Let me in, Sullivan.”
