“That’ll be for at least four hours.”
“Then we’ll sit here for four hours.”
“Speak for yourself.” He unbuckled his seatbelt. “Call me when you’re heading back to the office.”
“You could sit here and share everything you know about the upcoming mockup, Anthony.”
“I could do that.” He stepped out of my car. “But I won’t. Goodbye, and happy stalking your newest obsession.”
“I’m not obsessed with Miss Sterling at all.”
“I was talking about The Holden.” He smirked. “But thank you for making the truth clear.”
I didn’t bother responding.
I waited for him to slam the door shut and watched Miss Sterling through the windows like I didn’t have a million better things to do…
THE AGENT
CHLOE
“Alright, here you are, lovely!” A brunette in a ‘F*ck Dante Hudson Forever’ T-shirt handed me a binder. “Here’s everything you need to know to fight this man with your every breath.”
“Thank you.” I smiled as she moved to the end of the table.
Flipping it to the first page, I blinked a few times to make sure that my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.
Top Ways to Fight Hudson International DAILY
1. Whenever you see a Dante Hudson building, check for police and security. Then walk down its connected alleyway and piss on it. Piss on it A LOT.
(This attracts rodents. Makes him pay more money to remove them.)
2. Write a 1-star review for one of his mid-tier or lower-tier apartment properties.
(They deserve it anyway since he only cares about the luxury ones.)
3. If you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, scream Dante’s name during sex so they can hate him, too.
I shut the binder before I could read the rest of the list.
“As you all know, Mister Greedy Fuckface has set his sights on The Holden,” the brunette spoke loudly, “and we will not let him turn another one of our beloved buildings into a dwelling for the elites!”
“Fuck him and his money!” “We won’t let him buy it!” “He has enough!” Other people chimed in.
“Some leaders at the Housing Authority and I have a well-thought-out plan to block him for all eternity,” she said. “Please flip to page seventy-five and read along with me.”
I obliged, and with every word she read, I found myself agreeing with them. I almost felt guilty for accepting payment upfront from him.
Almost.
I leaned back in my chair as they continued talking shit about him and truly hoped he wasn’t expecting me to take his side in this war at all.
Three and a half hours later, I was shaking the hands of people I wished I’d met years ago. People I couldn’t wait to see again.
“Our next meeting is in two weeks,” a guy named Sheldon said to me. “It’s a mass piss event, so be sure you get super hydrated the night before.”
Okay, maybe not.
