All is ruined.
Photos were found online of my partner, James, and myself.
Thursday morning my boss pulls us into her office and shows us the pictures, demanding an explanation. We had been out at a club scoping out an important person. There had been paparazzi, but that was to be expected.
“Why didn’t you disguise yourself?” she reprimanded in that quiet yell she has.
We hadn’t thought of that. James was suspended, as he has been many times, and I too am stuck at home. Ernest is excited to see me, and to hear that I will be at his birthday fete. He doesn’t quite understand that our only constant source of money is diminishing and he may not have a birthday at all.
Of course I have my various inheritances and modeling money, but that is to be saved.
James is to surprise Sushi with a romantic appearance. I fear it may turn disastrous as well when he sees who she has been spending all her time with. Chiranjeevi beware!
