Stanton Box Set

“No way, nine,” she replies.

I smile as my eyes flick back to Bridget who is frowning at my phone.

“What?” I frown.

“How much is seven zeros?”

“Huh, what do you mean?” I ask.

“I think you have three million dollars in your account.”

I frown as I snatch my phone from her and I look at the screen. “Huh.”

Abbie snatches the phone from me. “Fuck off. No way. That’s thirty million.”

I look at the screen: $30 000 000.00. What the hell is that?

“How many drinks have we had?” I stammer.

I scroll through to transactions:

Deposit$30 000 000.00Stanton

“Fuck off, what’s that?” Abbie asks, wide-eyed.

I scull my drink and Abbie immediately puts her hand in the air to order another round.

My heart drops. “I’m guessing it’s my divorce settlement,” I whisper as my eyes fill with tears, and the finality of the situation sinks in. I don’t want his money, I want him.

“How long were you with him?” Abbie snaps.

“Three months,” I whisper as I stare at the screen.

“That’s ten million a month, that’s two and a half million a week.” Bridget frowns.

The waitress comes over and Abbie snaps. “We will have nine margaritas and do you have any cigars?” Bridget and I frown at her.

“Yes,” the waitress replies.

“We will have three cigars and a lighter please,” Abbie asks the waitress.

I raise my eyebrows at her in question.

“He’s a stupid fuck, let’s spend the lot,” Abbie sneers

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I sit with my head resting in my hands. What the hell.

I immediately text Joshua.

I don’t want your money.

A text bounces immediately back.

Liar

“Liar,” I snap. “He’s such an asshole. He’s calling me a liar because I said I don’t want his money.” The waitress arrives with our cigars and Abbie lights hers immediately.