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"The Brass Lantern it is," she replied and off we drove

Chapter 4

Celia

I’d worked as a bartender part time for the past two years at the Brass Lantern, a pub that many Harvard students frequented, and it was my pub of choice when I was off work I knew the entire crew and got drinks at a discount, so of course, given my new status as impoverished non-trust fund baby, I had to watch my pennies

Amy and I slid onto stools at the bar and faced Dean, the bartender working that night

"Hey, Celia," he said and set for you?"

"Margarita," I said "Make it a double"

"Make that two," Amy said and nodded to Dean

"Whoa," he said "You two ot you down already?"

I shook my head and watched while Dean poured ulp "Graham's in ICU"

"Oh, h," Dean said "What the hell happened? Car accident?"

I took another sip "Bad business deal"

Dean ood What happened? I thought he was a wizard with money Doesn't he have this really hot investment startup?"

"Yeah, but let's just say he ot into trouble"

"Sucks," Dean said "Will he be okay?"