AERILYN'S POV
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"Ryan, where are we going?" I whisper as we sit in the back of his father's limo.
Ryan's family is very rich, and he's been a very good friend since we met each other in law school.
We've become study buddies, and probably inseparable since, but I have noticed that he likes me, but I think I have made it very clean that all I want is to be friends.
"I don't know," he sighs, looking concerned.
I've been looking for jobs for a few months, and now that we've finally graduated, I really want to get one.
I've saved enough to live comfortably for a long time, but I want to work.
I want to help the people who can't help themselves.
"What do you mean you don't know? Isn't this your car?" I ask baffled.
Ryan always came to school in this car, it dropped him off and picked
