BREN
Cross dropped me off, and I was showering as he went to pick up Zellman and Jordan.
I knew he had a bombshell to drop on me. It was late, and I’d been happily buzzed. I wasn’t anymore.
The other rooms didn’t have much. Anything important must have been put away in a filing cabinet, but there was obviously a reason they didn’t want me in that second room. Had to be.
Why keep me on?
Why bring me on in the first place?
Was I being used?
After Brock brought up my dad the first day, no one had said anything again. I was the office intern, helping where they told me.
I hadn’t called Channing or my dad again. A part of me wasn’t ready, and I was glad neither had called me back. To an extent, I enjoyed sticking my head in the sand when it came to my dad. I wasn’t surprised about Chann
