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“I don’t understand What’s your angle?”

I frown “What does that mean?”

“I have no in with Whatever you and your boss, Satan, wanted to con out of ive anymore”

I pull her closer, trying to stifle my frustration “You knohat? Fuck that little speech of yours, right along with your attitude And fuck your father, too I A to spend the afternoon taking care of you You’re going to let ht, we’ll have a new plan”

Sloan looks up at me, her blue eyes misty like a rain-soaked sky “You’re crazy”

I brush the hair from her face and cup her chin “I never said I wasn’t Now let oddamn it”

She throws herself against ain “I hate to cry”

“Today, it’s good for you Get it all out”

To iving ives in and lets me comfort her

I feel like I’ve won a fucking gold hter around her, I pull her closer, absorb her pain, and swear I’ll do everything I can to turn this around for her

Serendipitously, Sloan falls asleep at four o’clock—after I order a pizza with her favorite toppings, find a bottle of her go-to Cab, and encourage her to take a relaxing bath It’s shen she drifts off in my arms afterward, bitter when I have to leave her in bed alone, call an Uber, and prepare to do battle with Bruce Rawson

The time to enact my plan is now

I arrive at his palatial place in the enerational wealth The old h He’s been around decades longer than et the upper hand But once I show him the video of Shane, he falters The balance sheet ether

The whole confrontation is over in twenty minutes

“What do you want?”