Funny, when I play with fire, I play with lava and bombs instead. Nya’s connections got me into the firm, what the hell was I thinking. ‘I’ wanted to be outgoing and ballsy but I’m about to lose all this. The last time we were together she told me, “I don’t like my sister. At all. But I do love her. You cannot have me if you marry her.” I replied sharply, “Where the hell do you get off telling me a morality lesson?” At least I still got the heart of a lion. “Last time I remember, I got you that job, gave you my time and gave you the honor of my intimate presence. The way I see it, you are in debt to me. It would actually make me a lot happier to see her heartbroken than clueless. Do NOT marry her or I will see to it that you never, EVER , work in this city again! I got pull like that!” If it wasn’t me sitting across from her, me getting chewed out, I would laugh because her face was as calm as ever as she said this. I’m really looking forward to waking up in my bed with a hangover or something.