Page 4 of Holiday Power Play

Vance

Did it work?

Me

No. I’m not an idiot. That’s my parking spot.

Vance

Of course it is.

You know what I don’t like his tone. I dial him.

“What?” Vance says in a huff.

“What do you meanof course it is?”

“Look, I know you better than most people and you gotta admit, you can be a little…”

“Confident? Self-assured?”

“Confrontational,” he says.

I blow raspberries. “I can’t help it if I’m right about most things.”

“So you’re fighting with Sincaid?” he asks like he’s just been severely inconvenienced.

“He started it. He just moved in and he’s already walking around like he calls the shots,” I spit out.

“Sounds about right. Well, that’s just great.”

“Yeah, why’s that?”

I hear the sound of a truck beeping outside. There’s no way. I peek out the window and shit… it looks like I was wrong. Hedidcall a tow truck.

Vance continues, “It’s just, he’s having kind of a rough time and I told him he could–”

“That dick!” I interrupt him.

“You okay?”

I scramble to slip on some shoes as I make my way down the stairs and to the front door. “Your precious teammate called a fucking towing company on me!”

“He actually did it?”

“Hey!” I call out to the guy already loading my car.

“Lana, calm down.” Vance says, “I’m sure it’s just a misunder–”

“I gotta go.” I hang up the call and wave my arms frantically at the truck driver. “Hey!”

I run up to him. “That’s my car! And this is my spot!” I tell him.

The guy is wearing a jumpsuit and looks me up and down and rolls his neck before answering me. “Look lady. I just do what I’m told. You have a problem. Take it up with the city.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a notepad, ripping the first page on it and hands it to me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

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