Tiffany
"What haven't you told me?" I ask pensively. I mean, I do trust Larry. To some extent. But these little snippets of conversations he's been having with God knows who is really making it difficult for me to fully comprehend the life I've drifted into.
He shifts again in the car and sighs. "It's nothing," he says, then starts the car and pulls away from the mansion.
"You can't really say that, can you?" I slowly grow impatient with him. "You said you had something important to tell me and now it's nothing?"
He shrugs and makes a sound deep in his throat that resembles a growl. I should be the angry one but I'm mostly done with the fights so I say nothing.
The drive to the hangar where his private jet is stored is mostly quiet because it seems both of us have nothing to say. When
