Page 31 of Inglorious
“Strange, I guessed you’d be throwing a party that you can get your hands on my school.”
“Oh, I am, darling! Are you looking for a quick sale?”
“Yeah, I’m not coming back. I’m needed here. My lawyer will contact you in a few days.”
“Can’t say I’m sorry I’m getting the school, but I appreciate the toughness of the decision you just made. This can’t have been easy,” Tish stated.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Speak soon, and thanks for the consideration.”
I hung up and drew a deep breath. That had been one of the toughest things I’d ever done. The school meant the world to me. I’d built it up with sheer grit and dedication. I was deeply upset at losing something that had been so important. Resentment welled at Inglorious. If he hadn’t been a drunk, I wouldn’t have had to give up my life.
The office door opened, and I glanced up.
Whatever was on my face made Inglorious pause.
“This isn’t the time,” I warned. His eyes raked me before he nodded and left. Moments later, Vortex walked in. Damn, Inglorious had sent Vortex.
“Babe, you sold the school,” Vortex said, and tears welled.
Vortex yanked me out of the seat and wrapped me up in a hug. “That was my security blanket, my vindication,” I muttered.
“Can you back out?”
“Vortex, I’m going to be here at least a year. All because Inglorious is a drunk asshole who couldn’t hold shit together!”
There was movement at the door. Startled, I turned and spotted Inglorious standing there. Guilt twisted his face, and without a word, Inglorious spun on his heel and left.
“About time Inglorious started seeing the consequences of his actions,” Vortex said unkindly.
I couldn’t help but agree with his words.
Inglorious
Nanci’s expression destroyed me. It hit me hard what she was giving up to be here to support my sorry ass. Psych had bragged about what Nanci had created out in Vegas. He’d been so proud. If Psych knew Nanci was selling the school and leaving her headlining job to be here, he’d kick me to hell and back. Shit.
It was right there and then that I decided to stay sober and keep straight. I owed Nanci that much, at least. Pulling out my phone, I punched in Janet’s number.
“Inglorious,” she said on answering.
“Janet, I’m ready to take this seriously,” I replied.
“Glad to hear that. See you in two days.”
“Thanks,” I answered and hung up.
“Nanci, can you come here?” Hercules called, and I gazed in his direction. Sure, Hercules wasn’t calling me, but I was a nosy bastard. Standing with him was somebody who made the blood leech from my face.
“You’re dead,” I spluttered, gazing at the guy.
“Yeah, my brother is,” he replied.
“Shit, I knew he had one, but not a twin,” I muttered, still staring.
“Ain’t Slim’s twin, although we looked alike.”
As Nanci approached, Vortex’s arm wrapped around her as her knees gave way. Nanci gaped at the man in front of her.
