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India.”
“And will you?”
“It opens next fall,” Alexandros replied, sitting down beside her. “Unless the board has its way. They seem really interested in teaching too. Just last week, they taught me how many four letter words you can cram into one sentence,” he laughed. “Stefania was ambitious for a six year-old. She wanted me to teach the girls to paint,” he continued. “Her dream was to teach them skills so that they could get in school and out of poverty.”
The talking and drinking continued for another hour or so, Kally tipsily considering that this man had been her enemy only that morning. Now it seemed nearly impossible to her that she had ever found anything to dislike about him. He was handsome, deep, and caring, with plans to change the world for the better.
She pushed herself into a standing position, and shuffled over to the bar, where she took hold of the vodka bottle, and tried to steady herself for the task ahead. At that moment, her phone started ringing, but she barely heard it through the fog of alcohol. She told herself it wasn’t important, probably Layla checking in on her again, and continued pouring drinks.
Alexandros was more proactive, fishing the phone out of Kally's purse before heaving himself off of the couch. He staggered over to the bar and was about to hand the chirping phone to Kally when he glanced at the name on the screen. Even through the liquor, he could feel suspicion rising.
“It’s Don Lewis Jr.,” he said, placing the phone beside her. “I don’t know why he would be trying to call you, though.”
“Oh, he'll be wanting to know what I've found out about you,” Kally laughed, slurring badly, not thinking about what she was saying. “He called me a few days ago with this whole macho Wild West attitude, offering me a big-ass pile of money just to get some dirt on you. Says he’s been trying to get the drop on you for years.”
“And you’ve been feeding him information from our interviews, is that it?”
“Well, I’d planned to, but then I found out you’re not the asshole I thought you were. You’re a nice guy, actually, so I’ve been stalling. Only an idiot says “no” to Don.”
Alexandros' eyes widened in shock. “I trusted you, Kally. I brought you into my home. I’ve told you things I wouldn’t share with my own brothers! What possessed you to consider betraying my trust?” he asked, his voice rising in anger.
“Hey! I needed the money!” Kally slurred defensively. “ You’re the one who bought the Republic and took it apart, remember? You come rolling in and poof, there goes my job. And not another one to be had in the whole damn city. Had to come all the way out here. And do you know how much that shoebox I live in costs to rent?”
Alexandros went quiet. Even if he were sober, he doubted he could have remembered buying out the Republic . To him it had been only one of dozens of assets he’d acquired to diversify his investments. He had never thought of the people that worked there, all the people Kally had been telling him about. With a sudden pang of horror, he remembered Beth Matthews. He had shoved a mother and her two month old into the street. He took a hard, unsteady look at Kally Jones, and realized that he had been responsible for ruining her life.
“I’m so sorry,” he said suddenly, looking earnestly into Kally’s unfocused eyes. “I didn’t realize…” he faltered, unable to continue. His grief at ruining yet another life was inexpressible, but Kally saw it in the lines of his face.
Obeying a sudden instinct, Kally reached out and cradled his face in her hands. “You are the most beautiful, complex, and frustrating man I have ever met,” she breathed, staring into his eyes.
She pulled him to her and they began to kiss each other passionately, basking in the heat that radiated from their skin. They struggled to move around the bar that was
“And will you?”
“It opens next fall,” Alexandros replied, sitting down beside her. “Unless the board has its way. They seem really interested in teaching too. Just last week, they taught me how many four letter words you can cram into one sentence,” he laughed. “Stefania was ambitious for a six year-old. She wanted me to teach the girls to paint,” he continued. “Her dream was to teach them skills so that they could get in school and out of poverty.”
The talking and drinking continued for another hour or so, Kally tipsily considering that this man had been her enemy only that morning. Now it seemed nearly impossible to her that she had ever found anything to dislike about him. He was handsome, deep, and caring, with plans to change the world for the better.
She pushed herself into a standing position, and shuffled over to the bar, where she took hold of the vodka bottle, and tried to steady herself for the task ahead. At that moment, her phone started ringing, but she barely heard it through the fog of alcohol. She told herself it wasn’t important, probably Layla checking in on her again, and continued pouring drinks.
Alexandros was more proactive, fishing the phone out of Kally's purse before heaving himself off of the couch. He staggered over to the bar and was about to hand the chirping phone to Kally when he glanced at the name on the screen. Even through the liquor, he could feel suspicion rising.
“It’s Don Lewis Jr.,” he said, placing the phone beside her. “I don’t know why he would be trying to call you, though.”
“Oh, he'll be wanting to know what I've found out about you,” Kally laughed, slurring badly, not thinking about what she was saying. “He called me a few days ago with this whole macho Wild West attitude, offering me a big-ass pile of money just to get some dirt on you. Says he’s been trying to get the drop on you for years.”
“And you’ve been feeding him information from our interviews, is that it?”
“Well, I’d planned to, but then I found out you’re not the asshole I thought you were. You’re a nice guy, actually, so I’ve been stalling. Only an idiot says “no” to Don.”
Alexandros' eyes widened in shock. “I trusted you, Kally. I brought you into my home. I’ve told you things I wouldn’t share with my own brothers! What possessed you to consider betraying my trust?” he asked, his voice rising in anger.
“Hey! I needed the money!” Kally slurred defensively. “ You’re the one who bought the Republic and took it apart, remember? You come rolling in and poof, there goes my job. And not another one to be had in the whole damn city. Had to come all the way out here. And do you know how much that shoebox I live in costs to rent?”
Alexandros went quiet. Even if he were sober, he doubted he could have remembered buying out the Republic . To him it had been only one of dozens of assets he’d acquired to diversify his investments. He had never thought of the people that worked there, all the people Kally had been telling him about. With a sudden pang of horror, he remembered Beth Matthews. He had shoved a mother and her two month old into the street. He took a hard, unsteady look at Kally Jones, and realized that he had been responsible for ruining her life.
“I’m so sorry,” he said suddenly, looking earnestly into Kally’s unfocused eyes. “I didn’t realize…” he faltered, unable to continue. His grief at ruining yet another life was inexpressible, but Kally saw it in the lines of his face.
Obeying a sudden instinct, Kally reached out and cradled his face in her hands. “You are the most beautiful, complex, and frustrating man I have ever met,” she breathed, staring into his eyes.
She pulled him to her and they began to kiss each other passionately, basking in the heat that radiated from their skin. They struggled to move around the bar that was
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