7
Ian
Iknock on the door while opening it, and stick my head around to see Jamie putting on his jacket.
“Here you are, finally.”
“Ready to go home?”
“Hell, yes. I can’t stand being here anymore, even if the staff are great.”
“Oh, I imagine they are,” I say shaking my head. “Where’s your stuff?”
“It’s all in that bag there,” he says, pointing over to it. “We’re just waiting on Riley. She went downstairs to get my folder.”
“Riley?” I ask on the verge of suffocating.
He looks at me, pleased with himself.
“What the fuck are you trying to do here?”
“Me? Nothing.”
“Okay then. I have everything we need. I asked them to call us a cab so…” Riley lifts her eyes from a bunch of papers she’s holding in her hand and stops in the middle of the room.
“Do all of your meetings have to be like this?” Jamie asks looking first at me and then at his sister.
“Sometimes, it’s even worse,” she says bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to bring Jamie home.”
“That’s why I’m here.”
“I called him.” Jamie intervenes. “I asked him to stop by and pick up my car.”
“I wish you would have thought of that before, I could’ve avoided taking a day off work.”
“I forgot to tell you.”
“Of course,” she says, looking at him in annoyance.
“Well, we’re all here now, shall we go?” He starts out of the room.
Riley sighs in frustration and bends over to pick up Jamie’s bag.
“Leave it. I’ll take it.”
“I can do it,” she says proudly, before hoisting Jamie’s big bag and following him into the hall.
Fair enough. This is what I get.
In the car park,Riley puts the bag in the boot while Jamie gets into the back seat.
“What are you doing?” she asks him.
“I can’t sit in the front. I need to extend my leg. You can sit next to Ian,” he says with fake innocence.
Nothing about what he just did is innocent. He’s a dirty, no-good manipulator, that’s what he is, and he’s definitely not helping this awkward situation at all.
