“What’s in the box?”
“Porn.”
“Seriously, what’s in the box?”
“Porn; you can thank me later.”
“Take it with you—I don’t need it.”
“Why not? Have you been burning through the other residents?”
“Please leave; you’re threatening my sobriety.”
Instead of leaving like I asked, he collapsed on my bed, spreading his arms and legs like a starfish.
“You don’t mean that. You’re happy to see me. I can see it all over your face.”
He’s right. I’m thrilled to see him.
“Are you doing okay in here? You’re not experiencing aHappy Gilmoremoment, are you?”
“No, I’m not being mistreated like Happy’s grandmother,” I drawled, already annoyed at his dramatics.
“Good. I’d hate to have to burn this establishment down.”
“You wouldn’t do shit.”
“The gas can in my trunk says otherwise.”
I rolled next to him, folded my hands on my stomach, and stared at the ceiling.
“I miss you,” I said.
“I miss you, too. The office isn’t the same without you. The Czar is running the place with an iron fist. The other day, I received a harshly worded counseling for being three minutes late to work. Three! Can you believe it?”
“Grow up, Kier; you shouldn’t be late to work. I might let you slide because I don’t want to hear your whining, but it’s a different ballgame with Dad.”
“I’m reporting him to HR.”
“I am HR. What do you plan on reporting him for?”
“I’m pulling the card,” he said jokingly. I chuckled.
“Please don’t pull the discrimination card. How’s the school bus case going?”
“A little more challenging than I thought.”
I raised a brow and asked, “What do you mean?”
“The school district isn’t playing ball.”
“They don’t want to pay?”
Kieran shook his head. “They’re not agreeing to the settlement amount and are willing to risk going to court.”
“How much is the settlement?”
“One hundred million.”
