The phone is still pressed on my ear as I walk out of the kitchen.
"What do you want Brandon?" I ask coldly, sitting on the couch.
"I want you to get me out of prison." He says. "Or I will tell the entire world that Damien Hunt's wife is a murderer. That would be Bad News for you and your sweet soft husband!"
"Oh please." I roll my eyes. "Don't be dramatic. You are the murderer. And you almost tried to kill me, remember?"
"Smart girl." He scoffs. "Pretending you don't know what the hell I'm talking about."
"Honestly, I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
Ofcourse I know what the hell he's talking about. But I also know that prisons record inmate phone conversations.
"Saw you on Forbes." He says. "The cover looks lame and the stylist should be fired! What the fùck was tha
