Lochlan is mad, but he assures me he's mad at himself and pretty mad at Duncan too but not at me.
(I feel like that's misdirected.)
But I couldn't talk about it, because once Lochlan let me up for air (because he hides his ego in the strangest places and when you least expect it he reveals it to you like a rabbit from a hat) Batman called and I had to go to work, putting in my ten hours hours for the week because I haven't been lately but he's been continuing to pay me.
You should stop that, I tell him in between filing and cross-checking invoices. (Who are all these people and what do they do?)
That is your regular stipend and not your salary. I don't give you a salary if you don't show up. Don't you check that account?
If it's just sugar then no, I don't.
How much is there?
How much have you put in?
He puts down all of his papers in surprise.
Don't look at me like that. We've had this conversation before. I told you I haven't touched it.
I thought you were being demure.
Yes, just like that.
No, I was being honest. I don't have to act. It's just what comes out.
Are you that ridiculously casual about your money? Now I understand why you left Caleb to sort out his transfers.
That's a whole different subject.
I know what's there. I just haven't touched it.
The minute I do I have...obligations. Right now I can call the shots with you.
You think if you spend the money you can't call the shots with me?
Most definitely not. Then it's ownership. This way I can throw it all back in your face and say no to whatever I want.
You can say no to anything. I'm not Caleb. But I'll double what's there if you leave the rest of them alone.
I beg your pardon?
Loch, Ben and Caleb. That's your triad. Nothing with anyone else. Unless you want to visit me, that is.
If you're serious, I'm leaving.
Consider it. It's an easy way to double your money. And that's just what's from me.
If you care about Lochlan so much maybe you should try touching him. I smile big. He's glorious.
Right so why Duncan?
I have issues.
I think the word you're looking for is 'excuses'.
Should I throw the money back at you now and walk out or do you need me to go to the bank and physically bring it here to throw it at you and leave? Because I'm up for either.
Just because I write it down doesn't mean it's up for discussion.
Then what on earth is it there for?
I told you. I'm insane. Some people rock back and forth. I write it right out of my head. If you think because I'm functional I must be fine then keep your fucking money. I've got bigger things to worry about.
You definitely do.
I'm going to go get it and throw it at you. Overhand.
Look, Bridget, my own reasoning will correct me on this before you make it to the door. Will you accept my apologies for the sour grapes that they are?
Can we please just change the subject?
What would you like to talk about?
You have lots of money. Can you put Eco-Challenge back on television?
What a strange request, Bridget.
It isn't really, but I do have some weird ones if you're interested.
Oh! Write them down already and we'll go over them. I'll go put on some coffee.