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Lex: I was. So were you! Four: He’s our baby brother’s best friend.
Bex: Gray wouldn’t care. He’d probably be happy about it.
Lex: Why aren’t you helping me?
Bex: I am. You just don’t want to be helped.
Lex: !!!!!!
Bex: So just to clarify, you’re 100% sure you want me to keep you from going to the barn with him tonight, right? You don’t want me to like, create a diversion to allow you to sneak off to the barn without being noticed? Do I have that straight? ;)
Lex: There’s a special place in hell for sisters who don’t help each other.
Bex: Only teasing. Whatever you need, sis. You can count on me.
With that I start to calm down a bit. About Drew at least. Bex is definitely right about the fact that I can count on her. Of all the Madisons, she is the one who I know will always be there for me. Whatever happens. Maybe it’s the twin thing. (We’re fraternal though, so I’m not sure if it’s nature or nurture.) Regardless, though. Bex will have my back and everything will be fine.
Talking to my twin sister always helps.
I wish I could tell her about the email. She already knows I was fired. She’s the only person in the family who does. She knows the whole story about what happened at Flash, but the truth is, she doesn’t really get it.
Bex isn’t in the industry. She isn’t even in an adjacent industry. She was supportive when I was fired, but at the same time, she didn’t see what the big deal was. She didn’t understand what a scandal it was, how it would follow me forever. She didn’t get it. So she’s definitely not going to understand the significance of the threatening email.
I’m alone in this.
I’m always alone now.
Chapter Five
I breathe a noisy sigh, trying to calm my churning gut before settling in to do some more actual work — what else am I supposed to to? — but before I can get started, Callum is at my shoulder.
“Come on, shit-eater47. Lars needs us in his office.”
No. No no no. Is this it? I haven’t had time to do anything yet!
“I don’t want an apple, Callum, thanks,” I say.
“It’s not about that. Let’s go, missy. This is an instruction from your direct supervisor, so hop to it.”
He strides away and as I look at his back I think, today is the day I lose my job. Again.
I think I’m going to barf.
Dani pops up from her side of the cube.
“You look sick,” she says.
“I feel sick,” I say.
“What’s going on?”
“No idea, but I’m probably getting fired.”
“You’re not! I’m sure you’ll not. You just did all those pitches. I never finish my pitches and nobody’s fired me. There’s no way.”
She has no idea. This is about something so much worse than being slow to finish pitches.
“I guess we’ll see,” I say.
