I have half a mind to snap at her and tell her to stop calling me Matty. She hasn’t earned the right to use nicknames, and even if she had, there isn’t a person alive on this planet that I’d let call me “Matty.” The thought alone makes me shiver.
All this girl knows about me is who my cousin is. That and whatever details she can glean from the mansion, I suppose.
I work on a need-to-know basis, and people like Daniella simply don’t need to know. The more of them involved in my business, the more opportunities there are for s**t to hit the fan. People are liabilities, stupid people doubly so.
The only people that I check in with regularly are the ones that work for me. Aside from that, everyone else stays an arm’s length away. Or farther, if I can manage.
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