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Cade’s bag and set it on the bed, then sit next to it. “What’s the news? Did they find Zane?” I unzip the bag and tell myself I won’t touch anything. I’m just going to peek. There’s a phone and a folded piece of paper, like a letter, I think.
    “Hell no. Apparently he’s into a lot of illegal shit. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay far away. Don’t you watch the news? Read the paper?”
    I can’t help it. I pick up the letter, unfold it, and see her name written across the top.
    “Sometimes,” I hear myself say, but I’m too busy reading Zane’s letter to Cadence. When I’m finished, I reread it. “Holy fuck.”
    “John, are you even hearing me? I don’t talk just to hear myself talk, asshole.”
    “Yeah, sorry. What’d you say?” I as, refolding the letter and pulling out her phone.
    “I said the rumor is Zane made that whore Cadence the new owner.”
    “Hey, don’t call her that, Diane. And yeah, I just figured that out.”
    “Looks like you, Nigel, and Scarlett have a new boss to answer to. Shit, it’s the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve been in this business a long time. Maybe too long.”
    I scroll through Cadence's contacts and recent calls. The only call she made was to me. There aren’t any contacts. “God, I really am an asshole. No wonder she was freaked out.” I toss the phone back in Cadence’s bag and zip it. “Diane, I’ve got to go. Talk soon.”
    I quickly change and dial Justin’s number. “You dropped off Cadence at her apartment, right?” I ask when my driver answers.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “You remember where she lives?”
    “Of course, sir.”
    “Excellent. Meet me downstairs in five.”
    I hang up and call the florist on file in my phone.
    A young woman answers the phone. “Anytime Florist. How can I help you?”
    “Yes. Hello. I need your help. It’s important.”
    The young woman snaps her gum. “Of course it is, sir. What are you looking for?”
    “Flowers that say, ‘I royally fucked up. I’m an ass. Please forgive me.’ You have any flowers that mean that?”
    She giggles. “You need a big, expensive bouquet if you want them to say that, sir.”
    “Alright. Give me one of those. I’ll be there to pick them up in twenty minutes. Does that give you enough time?”
    “Not really, sir. Usually we need an order placed at least twenty-four hours in advance.”
    I swallow down an angry retort. “Right. Well, is there any way you can do this as a favor for John Cruze?”
    She snorts. “You trying to tell me you’re the John Cruze?”
    “That’s right.”
    “I’ll believe it when I see it.” She hangs up.
    “Fuck.”
    I quickly brush my teeth and hair, spray on some cologne, change into something more appropriate for a date, spray on more cologne, and walk to the elevator.
    “Down, please, Steve.”
    He presses the button but gives me the cold shoulder.
    “Did you help out Cadence?”
    He gives me a dirty look.
    “If so, I really appreciate it.” I pat him on the arm. He jerks away. “Look, we had a misunderstanding. I’m going to make it up to her.”
    He gives me another dirty look. “Really?”
    “I swear.” I take out my wallet and hand him a couple hundred. “I don’t know how much you gave her. If this isn’t enough, let me know.”
    He turns away like I’ve just done the most offensive thing in the world. “I don’t want your… What did she call you? A whiny movie star? Yeah, I don’t want your fucking whiny movie star money.”
    The elevator stops and the doors open.
    I step out, feeling a little out of my element. “Alright, well thanks for helping her.”

 
     
     
     
     

     
     
    After a shower I blow my hair out straight, then apply a thick layer of eyeliner, shadow, and mascara. Once I’ve put on a light brush of blush, I remove the teeth whitening strips, brush my teeth, and put on red lipstick. I spray a healthy dose of perfume. For some reason men looking for a good time