"Ah, I see you possess the same level of common courtesy as your brother, Brennan," I responded. "To answer the first and only question I feel like answering - no; making my own way in the world means I don't answer the questions of exhausted, over-extended, junior plutocrats who somehow assume they can provide any useful input to my life."
Verbal hammer to her facial self-esteem. Hana was a 'producer' in that she had a job she felt she deserved, worked at it to some acclaim and added to her family's productivity - the opposite of Brennan.
"If you feel insulted, by all means leave, Mr. Nyilas," Hana glared.
"Oh, thank God," I sighed happily. I began dressing, as did Brooke. Hana looked uncertain.
"Cáel's been looking for a cordial excuse to get us out of here since we arrived," Brooke
