“What’s with the long face?” Britney said when she saw him. Pacing the room,
Brandon told her everything: about Wilson’s weird visits, his conversation with Meyers, the salary thing too.
When he was done talking, he found a resigned look on his sister’s face. There was also concern looming within the atmosphere.
“What?” Brandon said, stopping his pacing.
“What do you want, Brandon?” she said quietly.
He frowned. “I don’t understand.”
Britney heaved a sigh. “You’ve been obsessed with that asshole for a year now. I was hoping you’d get over him when he actually did something decent and gave you the job you deserve, but you’ve been moping for months. This is now much more than just a bet or whatever lie you've been telling yourself.”
“I haven’t been moping!”
“Please,” Britney said. “
