Susan didn't come around much. It was just as well, for my other friends wouldn't understand her. Truth to tell, I myself often didn't understand her. She - Susan - wore mostly black, often vests covered in studs or denim jackets with sewn-on patches. She had dreadlocks, and piercings seemingly everywhere but her ears. And she hated consumerism.
She was interested in Christian Grey from the start, though not in the same way I was. "To think of all that money selfishly going to waste in his hands! That should be a crime!" she said after I told her about the interview with him. Her dearest wish - as she often told me in confidence - was to "seize the means of production from his capitalist oppressor pigdog clutches" and use his business and money to help the poor. I paid it little mind, considering it a pipe dream.
The next time Susan came around after my interview with Christian - that is, the next time after I had gone to the interview and told her about it - Christian and I were dating. She was sitting around reading the Communist Manifesto, as she often did; that's how I know the color of it is red. Though she was an anarchist instead of a Communist, she liked to read about all types of government. She insisted I tell her everything I knew about Christian's business, which I did, although it wasn't much.
From then on whenever I spoke to Susan, she demanded to know as much about Christian's business as possible - I told her all I knew, though I didn't know much. She tried to hack into his accounts, as she told me, though without success.
Honestly, I think she was more disappointed in our break-up than I was.