owing the door open and slamming it shut behind him before the fla

rocuted. His hair was standing

at goes through that head of yours? Hmm? Did you think, '

sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket,

is tablet onto the coffee table. "Tell that to the court of public opi

d, her voice sounding hollow ev

team is going to eat us alive. You know who represents him? Erich Calder

sue," Ivy

You think because it was a 'trip' he won't sue for sexual harassment? H

se he can't sue hi

hit her the

oom in Century City that smelle

ress she'd bought at Target. Ac

eally. He was reading a docume

f discussing the acquisition of a warehouse. "Tax code 409A implies signi

ned her nam

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eyes were the color of a sto

s low, devoid of any emotion other than mild fatigue. "

make

w hyperventilating. She had ma

gy video. No makeup. Tears. Real tears, Ivy. Can you cry on command

," Ivy said, gripping the blank

survival! Do you want to go back to waiting tables

e buzzed i

xt message. No number

t speak to anyone.

ic

ed a beat. Awai

orce papers? A public stat

n from last night again. Th

and something sharp, like rain on pavement. And just before sh

ush. It was..

was projecting feelings onto a man wh

ont of her. "Do you know anyone who knows him? Anyon

-he would have a stroke. And then he would tweet it. And then she would be in breach of

uldn't jus

her dry lips. "I

tasted l

scrambling for a foothold, "I

ked at her like

a call," Ivy s

Fine! Call the Pope for all I care! I'm going t

d into th

t the text f

instru

ndle things for D-list a

ess

the hate comments, past the death threats

uest wing" of his estate for a week while her apartment was being

at the blin

she was breaking t

ce was dr