"Oh my god, I'm going to sit in a Mercedes! That's so cool!" I gushed while putting on my black shades and sat inside the car (with my legs crossed), pretending to be a high class woman.
"We didn't ask for this, it's Robert who sent. We just asked for a normal car," Ian pointed out and Clark scowled, nodding in agreement.
"Robert who?" I asked, thinking he was perhaps their manager.
"The old man who took Clark in and passed on his million dollar company to Clark."
"Woah, woah, woah. Hold on." My eyes widened. "How did he . . . I mean why did he pass his company to Brownie?"
"It was because---"
"Mind your own business Georgia," Clark interjected and I pouted in dismay.
"Come on, I already know so much about you. Learning more wouldn't hurt," I reasoned out and Ian seemed to agr
