![]() ![]() We’re like two polite strangers with a kid. I’ve been trying to restrain myself this entire time, but there’s so much I want to know, and I know he wants to know about me. He nods as he opens it and drains the little box. “A shot of Tequila would be a little better, but grape juice should work just as well,” I joke. “The only thing you told me was that you were a liaison for Public Relations and Research and Development,” I say with a shrug. ![]() He lets out an angry sigh and shakes his head. I can’t imagine him being entrusted with such a valuable position knowing he could become Chris at any time. The details of your job were mostly confidential,” I say, clearing my throat. It would seem Chris’ opinion of them must not be much better. I know his dad didn’t have an obvious affection for them. “Do you know exactly what did I there?” he asks tightly. “You-uh-Cal made good money working for the Crestfields.” I see his hand tighten around his drink. ![]() Well…” I try to think of how to explain this. ![]() “It’s just, well the car you’re driving isn’t exactly a base model and then, uhm…the ring you threw at me the other day looks pretty expensive, and Chicago isn’t exactly the cheapest place to live, and you never mention having a job…” he says, letting out a nervous laugh and rubbing the back of his head. Why do you think that?” I ask hesitantly. ![]()
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