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assumed either the other party wasn’t available or that she was reaching out to someone who didn’t wish to have contact with her. It didn’t interest me enough to investigate whether her mother April was still in the picture. I didn’t care about anyone but Rachel and any additional characters in the schematic would only cause complications. As long as they weren’t around to get in my way, I didn’t care who was a part of her temporary life. Though I must admit, the thought of her mother April’s pain (should her cold heart be capable of feeling any) after Rachel’s imminent demise did please me somewhat.
I used my contacts to get Brian an interview as a clerk at a law firm downtown. It wasn’t a prestigious firm, but one who claimed to fight for the rights of the downtrodden. I knew they’d want to use Brian as their poster boy, exemplifying how lives can be turned around when others care. I used to believe their bullshit, until I happened upon their profitability statements. They had somehow turned exploiting indigents into a lucrative, yet still respectable business. I once was sickened by their manipulation of the system, but now I had to give them credit.
His interview was in a few days and I heard him rehearsing possible question and answer scenarios. The poor loser had no idea what his real future held. It reminded me of the quip: “He’s polishing silver on the titanic.”
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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