As privileged as a whoreWe've just come in from lunch in which Caleb spent two hours boring me with business talk, asking me questions as tests. I passed because I make decisions based on what's best, not what's easiest or predictable.
Victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered, executed anyhow
He was pleased, I think so I didn't even hesitate when he asked to see my studio. I didn't even hear the change in his voice and he's avoided all my questions about the past week and I'm losing my touch along with my advantage here.
We walk in and he looks around. Do you like it? Does this work for you? I might have had different plans drawn up if I had known you were going to pull this.
No you wouldn't have, because I told you not to build it in the first place.
You told me not to. Right. That system doesn't work well for you, does it?
I walk out on him and he follows me closely. When we make it to the driveway he catches up and takes my hand, pulling me toward the boathouse. We still need to talk.
Maybe later.
Now, Bridget.
I roll my eyes and he squeezes hard enough to bend my rings. It's going be like that. I look around but the driveway and porch are clear and my nightmares are my own to navigate.
And then it got worse.
Because he told me who he took on his trip. I went from disbelief to shock to some sort of suspended surprise but not any surprise at all.
He took Luke with him. Lucas. The very-briefly employed Instagram-happy executive assistant the temp agency sent over before we fired them too.
I often thought the Instagram didn't do Luke in, his good looks did. Damn. He's only a boy but he'll never need to work if he plays his cards right and-
And-
WHAT THE FUCK.
I asked if it was a work trip. The answer was no.
Oh, well, then. WAIT. WHAT?
Bridget-
Life's always been weird for me but this takes weird to a whole other thing. No, you know what? I gotta go.
Let me explain.
I'm not sure you need to-
BRIDGET.
Just. I can't. No.