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“That’s not what I asked you.”
“You can delete my number now,” she says. “My apologies for coming into your life—once.”
She hangs up, and instead of doing exactly what she said, I call her right back.
“Yes?” she answers.
“I don’t appreciate it when witnesses don’t answer my direct questions.”
“What?” She lets out a haughty laugh. “Why are you trying to sound like a lawyer?”
“I am a fucking lawyer.”
“Oh. Then your lack of social skills makes perfect sense now,” she says. “I should’ve known.”
“You should also know that I don’t like leaving conversations unfinished. Do you owe them money?”
“No, I was just running away from them for fun,” she says. “It’s a game we’re playing, and you caught us in the middle of a super fun round.”
She hangs up in my face again, but I don’t call her back this time.
Instead, I dial Rachel.
“That was fast,” she answers. “What do you need?”
“Tell Ferguson to pause the interest on Scarlett’s account, and we’ll discuss a potential representation agreement.”
“Okay… Is this Scarlett person tied to another client we have or something?”
“No,” I say. “Just add her to my personal ‘We Don’t Talk About This’ folder.”
“Done...” She taps against her keyboard. “Oh, and about those glittering stilettos from your car…”
“I have an address for you to send them to.”
“Me too.” She laughs. “The Chanel store. I already had a courier take them.”
“Without asking me first?”
“Um, yeah,” she says. “They were stolen…”
IMPOSSIBILITY (N.):
WHEN AN ACT CANNOT BE PERFORMED DUE TO NATURE, PHYSICAL IMPEDIMENTS OR UNFORESEEN EVENTS.
SCARLETT
Eighty-six.
Eighty-seven.
Eighty-nine.
No matter how many times I count the bills in my wallet, they refuse to transform into five hundred dollars.
They won’t even show me any sympathy by stretching intoonehundred.
As I flip through them one last time, I can now see why people print their own counterfeit.
