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comforter over her bed. “Something about staying in Jersey not being good for your skin.” She’d rolled her eyes, but I noticed the tiniest blush when shesaid it. When Mom finished her long, tearful goodbye, and Dad, the emotional opposite of Mom, had simply reminded me of the dangers of overloading the outlet with too many electronics, they finally closed the door behind them. Kim turned to me, eyes glinting with freedom and possibility, and said, “So what should we do tonight?” We’d been inseparable through the rest of college, talked daily when I was in law school, and blessedly ended up in the same city together, which wasn’t really an accident. We’d spent countless nights lying on our beds talking about our plans to live in New York City. We complemented each other well. She’d been my anchor when academic pressures threatened to push me off the deep end and I’d kept her safely moored through her multiple tumultuous relationships.
    “So where’s Jason tonight?” Kim inquired, changing the subject.
    “At the Rangers game with Alex. I doubt Alex will get to stay for the whole game, though. He’s still working with Saul, so he’ll probably get the usual ‘get your ass back to the office’ email.” I shrugged.
    “Is Saul the really crazy one?” Kim asked, drawing out the word “really.”
    “Yup, Saul’s the really crazy one,” I affirmed, nodding. The partners in the corporate department all used intimidation and public humiliation as teaching tools. Frankly, each of them was really crazy in his own way. But Saul Siever had something extra—he was a sadist. He actually derived real pleasure from the torture he inflicted. Rumor had it that the only time Saul could be seen with a smile on his face was after he yelled at someone. Particularly if he brought them to tears. It was well-established firm lore that he once threw a stapler at the cleaning lady for moving his beloved ficus plant while vacuuming. It hit her in the back of the head and drew blood. Apparently after the settlement the partnership requested that he be put on medication. Whatever medication he was taking didn’t seem to stifle his ongoing atrocities against associates, though. “They can’t make a medication strong enough to give that monster an empathy gene,” I remembered an associate slurring after one too many margaritas at a Cinco-de-Mayo party. He had a client list that rivaled those of the top partners in the city, and because of it, the firm ignored all the ways in which he was a severe liability.
    “How does Alex manage to survive working for that nut?” Kim shook her head in disbelief.
    I shrugged. “You know Alex, everything rolls off his back.” Which unfortunately was not a trait I possessed. Lucky for me, I’d so far managed to avoid being staffed on one of Saul’s deals. In my mind, Saul had chosen his favorite associates to abuse and, thankfully, I wasn’t one of them.
    Kim sighed dramatically. “I wish I was the one rolling around with Alex’s back.”
    “Kim!” I laughed.
    She clinked her wineglass against mine. “Don’t claim you aren’t aware of how incredibly sexy he is.”
    Alex possessed a distinct “just rolled out of bed” sexiness that clearly appealed to Kim, but he and I had always been close friends—platonic work spouses. I’d thought about setting Kim up with Alex at one point, but quickly came to my senses—Alex went through girlfriends the way a bad golfer goes through balls. If he made my best friend his next mulligan, I would have to kill him.
    “Nothing wrong with looking,” she added, holding her hands up in surrender. “With my record I need to have a back-up.”
    I squinted one eye in a mock reproachful look. It was true that Kim didn’t have the best track record. Her fondness for relationship-phobic men meant her boyfriends typically stuck around about a month, just short enough to not actually be categorized as a “relationship.” But her current