Winnie
I stare from Rick to Ben and back again. How did we get here? I thought my big brother was here to save me, not push me back home.
I lean back, studying Rick.
Rick yanks at his beard.
"Watch it, man," Ben says, "you're going to pull that thing right off."
I frown. Are you playing, Rick?
I ask him, "Another gala? In L.A.? How convenient."
"As the CEO of LaBelle," Rick rubs his beard, "I must make sure people understand we care about saving...the...planet. Yes, that is what we must do."
I study Ben, who seems too amused.
"Rick," I say, "I need help keeping my apartment."
"Ditch the apartment and move home. I have an apartment and job waiting for you," Rick sounds like he's pleading with me.
My phone rings. Quickly, I fish it out of my purse.
Rick leans back. "Faye?"
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