someone who's known from early on what she wanted. I worked for UC San Diego's legal department as an office aide to their IP attorney, all the while getting my undergraduate degree there. My second year at UC Berkeley law, I landed a spot on a competitive summer associate's program. My resume, in short, looks legit .
By the time Alexis comes home, I have to make a point to straighten my posture because my head is buried in my hands after a long day of submitting applications.
Lex walks over to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of water, her demeanor shows the signs a long, tiring day. She's been at work all day with him . If being around Leo is so draining for her, I'm not sure if she's going to make it to the end of the week. My sister likes to bury herself in work when she's going through something emotional, but this time—the very thing she's avoiding is part of her work life. Complications she should've foreseen. Penises have a tendency to disrupt normal thinking patterns in even the smartest women.
"What?" she asks at the way I've been watching her.
"Nothing."
If I were Lex, I'd make his life hell. She is his boss. She could do it if she wanted to. And my sister's smart enough to do it in a way the poor guy wouldn't know which way he was getting fucked. That's the best type of revenge, the subtle type that leaves the person questioning the root. But my sister is not vindictive enough for that.
She disappears behind the door of her bedroom. I turn down the music playing from the laptop to a volume she probably can't hear through the walls. But not even an hour later, I knock on her bedroom door, starving, hoping to drag her out to eat somewhere.
Lex must not hear me because she doesn't respond. I crack the door open and peer inside. Her room is dimly lit by the last rays of light on the horizon. All I see on her bed is a circular lump under the covers and an arm thrown over the pillow she keeps over her head. I hesitate, feeling guilty about even considering waking her up.
"Hey, Lex?"
She doesn't stir. I take a few steps, but halt at the sound of a chime that cuts through the silence. Lex doesn't stir to that, either. I walk over to the cellphone on her bedside table with the intention of turning off the sound. Then I accidentally on purpose read the text messages on the screen.
[You know what just occurred to me? Keeping me in the friend-zone requires some maintenance.]
[You've got to talk to me once in a while, remind me how you're immune to my good looks. Or I might get my hopes up and send you flowers again.]
It's from Jacob.
A friend of mine, Julia, tried to set Lex and Jacob up on a blind date a while back. My sister was already too starry-eyed over Leo to even give Jacob a shot. Now look at her. I've never seen my sister like this. I mean, sure, she takes things kind of rough. But I've never seen her act like this over a guy, not even when her marriage fell apart.
What is it about this Leo guy that has her so torn up?
As I look from the messages to the pathetic heap under the blankets that is my sister, I decide Jacob is perfect for Lex. Though I only met him once, I instantly liked him. His carefree personality could really rub off on my sister. The guy is smart and it doesn't hurt that he's an insane combination of hot and adorable. I mean, he has dimples for Christ's sake.
Lex obviously made the wrong choice in dismissing him. If she'd had given him a chance, she might not be curled up under her covers in the fetal position right now. She might not have an awkward mess of a broken affair to deal with every day at work. She might be in a healthy relationship, for once.
As I chew on my bottom lip, my thoughts quickly merge into a decision. I'm taking matters into my own hands. I have to. I owe it to my sister.
Phone in hand, I slide out of her room as quietly as I can manage. Then, leaning against the kitchen counter, I try to think of how to respond to Jacob's
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