“It’s not your place, Delancy. If she wanted your help, she’d ask for it.”
I groaned. “Stop calling me that.”
Before she could respond, a soft knock came at the door, and Mila poked her head in.
“Just a reminder—team meeting in twenty.”
“Right. Thanks.” I turned back to my phone. “Got to go, Lyssa. We’ll talk later.”
“Wait!” she said quickly. “Can you send me five thousand dollars?”
Oh my God.
I stared at the ceiling. “What happened to ‘don’t baby your sisters’?”
“Theo, that doesn’t apply to me. I’m literally just twenty-four.”
“Goodbye, Alyssa.”
“Ugh. Bye, Delancy.”
“I said don’t—”
Boop. Boop. Boop.
She hung up.
I stood there for a moment. I was so sick of this shit.
Then, with a resigned sigh, I pulled out my phone and opened the bank app.
Five thousand to Alyssa with the note:
Get a job, bum.
Then I pulled up Kassandra’s contact and typed in the amount. One hundred thousand.
Transfer complete.
I hovered over the message box for a second, then typed:
I’m not sure if this helps. But I’m here. If you need me or anything else.
I hit send, then tossed the phone onto the desk and headed to the meeting.
?????
The penthouse was dim, except for the pulsing flicker from the TV, which was muted on the home screen. At first, I thought she might’ve gone to bed. Quiet like that usually meant Carmen was asleep—or pissed.
But then I heard it from the bedroom.
Sade.
Sweetest Taboo specifically. A song I hadn’t heard in years.
I followed the sound, loosening my tie as I rounded the corner into the bedroom, and stopped cold.
There she was.
