Page 70 of Flipping the Script

She shook her head.

“What about a job title beyond just employee?”

“Not officially.”

“He’s treating you like an intern. No one would ever accuse him of preferential treatment. Especially because I know for a fact you’re not getting paid as much as you should be. And definitely not as much as you’d get if you had a dick.”

“Nope,” she grumbled. “Apparently you can’t be good at business unless you have a penis.”

“Don’t call it that.” Adam made a face. “It sounds weird.”

“What does? Pe-nis?” She enunciated the word and shot him a sweet smile. “What’s wrong withpe-nis?”

“Same thing that’s wrong withmoist.” His grin was mischievous.

Hannah put her finger on Adam’s lips to shush him. “No.”

He arched his eyebrow at her but kept quiet.

“Fine.” She dropped her hand and turned to me. “Apparently you can’t be good at business unless you have a dick.”

“Better.” Adam waved at someone over my shoulder.

“I’m sorry he’s being such an asshole,” I said to Hannah.

“I don’t know why I was expecting things to be different.” She let out a weary sigh. “I was never supposed to take over the business. He’s not going to suddenly be okay with passing it on to me instead of you just because I got my degree.”

Adam gave her hand a little squeeze as Quinn, his and Jesse’s older stepbrother, came to stand with us.

“Wassup, bro.” Adam slapped Quinn on the back hard enough he rocked on his feet.

“Wassup, brat.” Quinn punched him in the arm just as hard as Adam had hit him.

“Aren’t you glad you have a sister?” Hannah asked me.

“Considering you spent most of your life jump scaring me and giving me a complex, I’d say being greeted with slaps and punches is preferable to psychological warfare.”

She waved dismissively. “That was for your own good.”

“Sure it was.” I flicked my gaze to Quinn. “How’s it going?”

“Good.” He stuck his hand out for me to shake. “How have you been?”

“Good.”

“Oh, crap.” Adam slapped his hand against his forehead. “Ow.” He rubbed the spot absently.

“What did you forget?” Hannah asked.

“Nothing important,” he said cagily. “I just need to go and do…something.” He took a sliding step to the side. “Nothing to worry about. Be right back.” He darted away.

“There was, in fact,” I said, doing my best impression of that voiceover actor that every single movie trailer used. “Something to worry about.”

“I got this.” Hannah patted Quinn’s arm and hurried after Adam.

“She’s the best.” Quinn sipped his drink.

“She is.”

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