Page 504 of Talk Swoony to Me


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I smile.

Badass.

Fuck it. One last question for the road.

“Did you guys ever make out?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Really?!”

“No,” he says.

I scoff, disappointed.

The elevator reaches the lobby. As I step off, my chest clenches. I realize that after five years of loyal service, this will be the last time I cross this lobby as an employee of Botsford Corp. My next paycheck will the last one I cash. The last holiday party was my last holiday party.

Man, this sucks.

Ira holds the entrance door open for me.

“Thanks, Ira,” I say as I walk outside. “Say bye to Roni and the kids for me.”

Rain pours loudly over the awning of the guest drop-off zone.

Oh. Right.

It’s monsoon season.

Shit.

Fuck.

I wave my arm by the curb, hoping to flag down a taxicab from the street.

“Hey, Paige.”

Ira follows me outside, casually scratching his scruffy chin as he performs a quick glance over each shoulder.

“We see a lot, you know,” he says.

I raise a brow. “We who?”

“Security.” He talks over the rain. “We see a lot. We hear a lot.”

I wait for more, but he just stands there looking ominous. “O-kay...”

Ira tilts his head. “We talk a lot, too.” He reaches into the pocket of his jacket and withdraws a piece of paper pinched between his fingers. “And Barry loves to talk. For a price,” he adds.

I take it from him. “Barry?” I ask, curiously reading the phone number on the slip. “Head of Security in Chicago? That Barry?”

Ira smirks as he slides backward toward the front doors.

“Ira,” I shout over the rain.

“You didn’t hear that from me,” he says.

“Thank you.”

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