Chapter 3
His apartment was what I thought it would be like; luxurious, chic, with a view of Manhattan. His dad wasn't at home, as usual, he said, so we got the whole place to ourselves, with Magda, the housekeeper, staying away in the laundry room.
All the materials were already there, but we were missing a few things. Kyle went over to the laundry room where Magda was. I couldn't hear them properly, but I could sense the anger and disrespect in his voice when he spoke to her. It reminded it of how I am, and made me see how I was to others, specifically the help.
"Sorry about that, Cary" he said with a charming smile when he got back.
"No problem."
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I sat down beside her. She was looking at the view of the living room. It was pretty impressive, but I saw it every day that I was bored of it.
We worked on our project for about half an hour.
"So, you're new here in Tuttle?" I asked stupidly. Of course she was new!
"Yeah, I moved here from Florida," she replied politely, as if she didn't notice my stupidity. "I've actually always wanted to go here, and I have to admit, I like it much better here."
I found it much harder to ask her stuff that I really wanted. It just wasn't right to ask. Not now, at least.
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He accompanied me down the elevator and out the front door of the building.
"Hey, you want to hang out tomorrow lunch? With me and Tyler, I mean. Sloane wants eat with us, but I think she needs a girl to survive the hour," he said humorously with that charming smile.
"Sure," it wasn't usual of people to ask her to hang out with them.