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elevator of his building as it took him to his lobby. Yes, he did not need any such scandal. So Kland5568, watch the fuck out, because he highly resented having to do this kind of work; lying and covering when he had real, important, financial work to do. Legitimate work to do.
Steeled with that resolve, once Tristan got to his office, he started to find out everything he could about one Kylie McKinley.
Next up, he called his brother. “Kylie McKinley. The name mean anything to you?”
Tommy had obviously been sleeping. Tristan rolled his eyes as he compulsively tapped his fingers on his desk, waiting for his probably hungover brother to wake up and answer him. Tommy was garbled and groggy as he muttered, “What?”
“Kylie McKinley. The name mean anything to you?”
“Uh… hell. Yeah. How do you know that name?”
“She added a nice comment on that website about you doing it to her too. This is important, Tommy, wake up and answer me.”
Tommy coughed and spat. Tristan cringed picturing his bedroom floor. “Pig” and “gross” were two adjectives to describe what Tommy’s manners were like. “Yeah. Yeah. I get it. This makes sense. I ran into her, yesterday afternoon of all freaking times. I hadn’t seen her up close in… years. I think freshman year. We hooked up. It was nothing spectacular, so, you know, I ignored her, kicked her to the curb. Guys told me she stumbled out of there all weepy the next morning. Walk of shame and all that. But look, Tris, she’s like that. That kinda girl. I could line up a dozen that could claim the same story as me, same walk of shame. She’s a skank. She must have seen me yesterday, and felt all hurt again. I barely remembered her. It took me like a damn minute to remember I even knew her, let alone had screwed her. Fucking slut bitch spreads crap about me? You gonna fix this shitty stuff?”
Tristan sighed. It did seem a huge coincidence. They run each other after almost two years and now she says something? He sometimes felt the need for a shower after listening to his brother’s escapades. Even though he’d pretty much lived a parallel life in college, at thirty now, he just didn’t see the appeal any more. “All right. I’ll see what I can do.”
He hung up the phone and began researching The Acorn, where he’d no doubt be eating dinner tonight.
****
Kylie stayed home for only the night, but was back on campus for her classes at ten the next day. She felt a smidgeon better; more grounded, and bolstered by her family. They had sent her off with smiles, concern, and hugs. She had to work tonight, so there was no avoiding it. She had to face her life again.
She dressed carefully in the black slacks, black Oxford shoes and a white button-up, with small apron that said The Acorn in silver across it. The waiter’s uniform was unisex and Kylie appreciated that. It was simple, unfeminine and basically how she dressed anyway. She’d worked at the high-end restaurant starting last summer. She’d only been hired because the guy who owned it was friends with Donny and had hired her as a favor. He’d met her and frowned his agreement over the nepotism. She never complained and was fast on her feet. So Douglas, the boss, had recently given her the compliment that if he had a few more like her he’d need half the wait staff. She had finally proven herself.
She kept her hair pulled tight in a ponytail and wore minimal make-up. Douglas allowed the earrings she wore and her nose ring as long as she kept it small. The Acorn was a sophisticated club in one of the hotels in downtown Marsdale. The room was paneled in dark paneling and its lighting was low, creating a luxurious effect. The booths were all high backed, creating a sense of privacy, and each couple was in their own nook. There were lots of glasses used with each table setting and candles so the atmosphere reflected a beautiful, haunting experience. The bar was long and ran the length of the room, with deep
Steeled with that resolve, once Tristan got to his office, he started to find out everything he could about one Kylie McKinley.
Next up, he called his brother. “Kylie McKinley. The name mean anything to you?”
Tommy had obviously been sleeping. Tristan rolled his eyes as he compulsively tapped his fingers on his desk, waiting for his probably hungover brother to wake up and answer him. Tommy was garbled and groggy as he muttered, “What?”
“Kylie McKinley. The name mean anything to you?”
“Uh… hell. Yeah. How do you know that name?”
“She added a nice comment on that website about you doing it to her too. This is important, Tommy, wake up and answer me.”
Tommy coughed and spat. Tristan cringed picturing his bedroom floor. “Pig” and “gross” were two adjectives to describe what Tommy’s manners were like. “Yeah. Yeah. I get it. This makes sense. I ran into her, yesterday afternoon of all freaking times. I hadn’t seen her up close in… years. I think freshman year. We hooked up. It was nothing spectacular, so, you know, I ignored her, kicked her to the curb. Guys told me she stumbled out of there all weepy the next morning. Walk of shame and all that. But look, Tris, she’s like that. That kinda girl. I could line up a dozen that could claim the same story as me, same walk of shame. She’s a skank. She must have seen me yesterday, and felt all hurt again. I barely remembered her. It took me like a damn minute to remember I even knew her, let alone had screwed her. Fucking slut bitch spreads crap about me? You gonna fix this shitty stuff?”
Tristan sighed. It did seem a huge coincidence. They run each other after almost two years and now she says something? He sometimes felt the need for a shower after listening to his brother’s escapades. Even though he’d pretty much lived a parallel life in college, at thirty now, he just didn’t see the appeal any more. “All right. I’ll see what I can do.”
He hung up the phone and began researching The Acorn, where he’d no doubt be eating dinner tonight.
****
Kylie stayed home for only the night, but was back on campus for her classes at ten the next day. She felt a smidgeon better; more grounded, and bolstered by her family. They had sent her off with smiles, concern, and hugs. She had to work tonight, so there was no avoiding it. She had to face her life again.
She dressed carefully in the black slacks, black Oxford shoes and a white button-up, with small apron that said The Acorn in silver across it. The waiter’s uniform was unisex and Kylie appreciated that. It was simple, unfeminine and basically how she dressed anyway. She’d worked at the high-end restaurant starting last summer. She’d only been hired because the guy who owned it was friends with Donny and had hired her as a favor. He’d met her and frowned his agreement over the nepotism. She never complained and was fast on her feet. So Douglas, the boss, had recently given her the compliment that if he had a few more like her he’d need half the wait staff. She had finally proven herself.
She kept her hair pulled tight in a ponytail and wore minimal make-up. Douglas allowed the earrings she wore and her nose ring as long as she kept it small. The Acorn was a sophisticated club in one of the hotels in downtown Marsdale. The room was paneled in dark paneling and its lighting was low, creating a luxurious effect. The booths were all high backed, creating a sense of privacy, and each couple was in their own nook. There were lots of glasses used with each table setting and candles so the atmosphere reflected a beautiful, haunting experience. The bar was long and ran the length of the room, with deep
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