“It gives you some sick pleasure torturing this guy, doesn’t it? You don’t even know if you want him for the company, and yet you’re going to make him wait a whole month before another interview,” Ramsey said not even sure why he was bothering with Bekah. She never listened to him. And he didn’t want to be a part of the company. Sometimes he just wanted to shake some sense into her.
“If he wants it bad enough, then he can wait. It’s not like we’re dying to fill the position anyway,” she said off-hand.
“Then why did you have me take time out of my vacation to do this?” he all but yelled at his sister.
“Because I knew you would,” she said. He could almost see that characteristic smile cross her face. Her mask of innocence attempting to conceal her controlling ways. He was so tired of it all.
“Can you try to keep me out of your plans next time, Bek?” he asked knowing it was futile.
“Sure, Ramsey,” she said. “I’ll try.” Bekah hung up again without another word and he sighed. She needed to quit doing that.
He ran a hand back through his hair, frustrated about everything that had happened tonight. He had been so…cheery earlier. This Alexa girl had f**ked him up.
Luckily, Lacy rounded the corner at that moment. A thankful reprieve from his thoughts.
“Hey, you ready to go?” Lacy asked, stubbing out a cigarette with her high heel and walking up to him.
“Very ready,” he said, helping her into a waiting cab and sliding in next to her.
“Still hungry?”
“Starving,” he told her, resting a hand on her thigh.
The End