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"What about Cory, Lisa’s husband?" I ask

"He works in investives a mock shudder "And anye hardly ever see him The jury is still out on him"

"What about Gavin?"

Sarah throwsup to do," I aduys are scum"

It’s kind of ironic that as she says this, Kyle Cheeseman, one of the new RAs--the one with the Justin Bieber hair, who also wears jeans that droop so low below his waistline that I’m able to read the band on his underwear, especially since his shirt is co his hairless chest and stone-hard abs--saunters off the elevator and into the office to check his staff mailbox (all the RAs are required to do so at least twice a day)

"Hey, sexy ladies," Kyle says "Wow, Heather, nice flowers"

"I believe I’ve told you to stop calling us sexy ladies, Kyle," Sarah snaps from her desk "We’re your supervisors"

"Whoa," Kyle says "Never mind You aren’t sexy You’re both mad pimpin’"

Behind Kyle is Rajiv--who’d worked as an RA last year and also through the su considerably healthier than when I’d last seen hi into the fourteenth-floor trash chute the day before

"It’s physically impossible for us to be pimps," Sarah says "Pie portion of their earnings in return for providing them with their clients Do either Heather or I resemble men who procure clients for prostitutes to you?"

"No" Howard Chen looks furious on behalf of both Sarah anda hoodie froone They’d had to settle for Howard’s safety school, New York College, instead

"Shut up, Howard," Kyle says "Jesus Christ, I was only trying to pay them a compliment!"

"Kyle," Rajiv says calmly "Has anyone ever told you before that you’re an i to be mobbed by Beliebers later?"

Kyle pouts He’s felt inside his staff lance would be empty The termination letters won’t be delivered until just before five o’clock so the president and his cronies can arrange to be long gone when the RAs receive them, and therefore not have to field their--or more likely, their parents’--co," Sarah says "That’s the custo one’s coworkers"

Kyle looks a little lost, but asks ga so hard I can see his Adaht: could it be that there aren’t any decent guys left?

As if on cue, the door to Lisa’s office is thrown open, and she stands there with a clipboard in hand, looking paler than usual, so out of the clip into which she’s atte like her nor aside to make rooh the doorway "I’d like you to meet our newest staff member, Dave Fernandez"