But my bravado rings false, even in my own ears. Just yesterday, I could have said it confidently. She means nothing to me. Just a means to an end.
It would have been a lie back then, but a bearable one.
It’s a f*****g fiction and everyone knows it. Demyan included.
“If you’re sure that’s all she wants from you,” he says cheerily.
“Where’s Jennifer?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Not sure now. She was looking for you again this morning,” he informs me. “I think something’s come up.”
“Did she tell you anything?”
“f**k no. That girl saves the best information for your ears alone, no matter how hard I try to coax it out of her.”
“It’s why she’s my favorite,” I say. “And why you’re at the bottom of the list. Although the spying last night certainly knocked her down a peg or two.”
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