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“What if we ... struggle to...”
“Sleep in separate beds?” I ask.
“Yes, won’t it be hard, given our history?”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep, but I promise to try my best to make this effortless. Do you swear by the same?”
“I do,” she whispers. “I’ll have to pay rent, though. I insist. How much would that be?”
I scoff and roll my eyes. This woman is unbelievable.
“Emily,” I say, palm up my hands and waving them around me like a swimmer would do.
“Do you really think I need... rent? Consider this a job benefit. Housing allowance if you win.”
“Alright,” she smiles weakly, “you win.”
“At last,” I say, shaking my head with disapproval. “For all those brains, you really don’t know which battle to pick and which to let go of, do you?”
Emily chuckles and shakes her head. “I suppose not.”
I stand up and offer her my hand. “Come on, let’s get you settled in. But before we finalize this, I just want to ask ... one more time. Is there anything else you wish to tell me? Is there anyone else running after you? Is anyone
else you owe a debt to? Anyone else who might want to hurt you, is hunting you, is looking for you? Any other forms of trouble you’re with - the cops and the like? I want to help you, but you’ll have to tell me the truth to trust
you.”
I watch her lower lip quiver and wait for her to compose herself. “No,” she says at last.
“No?”
“No.”
“My assistant will get your things from The White Rabbit. You will never step foot there again. I’ll sort that problem out for you. Let me show you to your permanent room.”
I want to take her hand to lead the way, but I can’t.
Fuck. This is going to be harder than I thought.
Chapter 12
EMILY
Felixhasoverriddenallthe crash systems in my life in one swift move.
He’s come in and dealt with every problem I have, at least the ones he knows about.
My bedroom has been set up with more than everything I could possibly need.
A study table with a state-of-the-art computer system, a brand-new wardrobe, makeup, shoes of all kinds, a treadmill, and a mini-fridge!
I could live here and survive without ever having to go out.
It’s insane.
Whenever I try to thank him, he flicks my attempts aside with a wave of his hand - almost coldly, like thanking him brings him some form of insult.
I take off my T-shirt and bra to find a comfier one. Maybe change into a dress?
