Harlow
“Where are my shares, Harlow?” Trey asks and my eyes widen, shocked. First, by the fact that he just addressed me as Harlow and that he’s asking me for shares. What shares? I don’t owe him any shares.
“What shares are you talking about?”
“The shares I told you I wanted.”
“And I told you Arlo had nothing to do with why I was there. You didn’t even give me the money. Plus, Arlo isn’t selling his shares-”
“-He is now because you are going to make him-”
“-No-”
“-You’re going to make him or I’m going to tell him everything.”
“-Then do it,” I tell him and he takes out his phone and dials, but I snatch it out of his hand, tears gleaming in my eyes, feeling so betrayed. “You’re really blackmailing me?”
“-Please! don’t look so betrayed,” he scoffs. “You are f*****g a man whose pare
