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Fuck, I wish it was me with her.
Regardless of who is in that video—if it’s her or someone else—it doesn’t excuse the invasion of privacy. It doesn’t justify someone sharing it all over the internet.
“Fuck, Ames.” I lean against my desk, no idea whether I’m going or staying.
“Pretty much.”
“What can I do?”
“I’ve been told I need to lie low. To stay off the front page. I’ll go stir crazy if Evie and I hole up in my house. No offense, Ev,” she says. Evie must be with her now. “Can you come hang out? Maybe watch some movies? Or we could hang out by the pool or something.”
“How many reporters are camped in front of your house right now?”
“Too many to count.”
“You need to be anonymous.” It’s not a question.
“Yeah.”
“When was the last time you were in Vegas?” I haven’t been in years, but I think she needs to have some fun and stay anonymous too. It also has the benefit of getting her out of town.
“Vegas? Um, I dunno. Our birthday bash celebration?” Since our birthdays are four days apart, we’d held a massive joint birthday party to celebrate turning twenty-one.
“What better place to blend into a crowd? We’ll hang out, order room service, maybe go see a show.”
“Are you sure?”
“Ames, it’ll be the best place for you to lie low and relax. Not for too long. A few days. The weekend?”
“You’ll be there?”
“Duh.” I roll my eyes.
Evie says something in the background that I don’t quite catch.
“Evie agrees with you,” Mia translates.
“That’s because it’s an awesome idea. Pack a suitcase. I’ll be there in a couple hours.”
“Garrett, I—thank you. You’re a really awesome friend.”
“The best,” I grit out with a forced smile.
Friend, that’s me.
I say goodbye to Mia and start packing up for the day since I don’t have any more meetings. It’ll be easy to cut out a little early, especially since it’s Friday. I grab my bag and am headed to the parking lot when Meric steps out of his office.
“Garrett, just the man I was looking for.”
“Me?”
“Oui. I see I am catching you on the way out—” His mix of French and English is familiar and friendly. But as my boss, catching me leaving early on a Friday, I’m not sure what he thinks.
“I hope that’s okay—”
“Bien sûr. Of course. How many hours have you been here this week?”
I add everything up quickly in my head. “About fifty.”
