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continue to scan the lease the realtor couriered to me just moments ago.
    I ignore her scowling, stomping fit and keep reading, my eyes catching and taking in every word the way a shark scents blood in the water. You don’t know this about me, and heck, my own friends would be flabbergasted, but I’m something of a genius when it comes to contractual law and fine print.
    Like I said before, my daddy, before he met Mum, was a financial shark and a boardroom king in his day. He wheeled and dealed with the best and worst of them, whoever the hell “they” are, and cut his teeth at the tender age of nineteen on a deal my grandfather threw at him to get him started.
    So yeah, I know my shit since my dopey, oftentimes scatty-brained parent took it upon himself to educate all his kids in the fine art of spotting what he calls a bad deal, and taking those asses down.
    So far I’ve noted three unacceptable clauses, such as the uncontrolled rent situation and the nonsense the board have just added on as if they have the right to restrict who and what I bring into my own home.
    Another thing you don’t know is that I am basically rich. I’m a trust-fund baby and have been since I hit the age of twenty-one and reached majority.
    My family is loaded after Daddy sold all of his interests and invested rather well when he married Mum. See, Mummy is what you would call a force of nature, and Daddy once confessed that he couldn’t be the high-powered businessman he was born to be and have his great love. Mummy wouldn’t have allowed him to work himself to death.
    So he gave it all up and moved here where Mummy could have her sunshine, ocean, and happy life.
    That meant that my father was obscenely rich and continues to be so, because even though he’s left the boardroom, the boardroom has never left him.
    The old man enjoys the stock market. A lot.
    And the money from my trust fund? It keeps growing at a terrible rate because as Daddy says, “Why just leave good money lying around when you can make more?”
    That’s what I am using now to buy myself an apartment instead of moving in with Dot. Not because I want to live alone and leave poor Dotty to her own devices, but because I have this plan and I can’t be sharing a two-bedroom place with Dotty if I achieve my goals.
                  “Stop that infernal yelling and calm down, Percy. I need to do this. I want to! It’s long past due that I stop living like I’m still in a sorority and grow up.”
    “Sorority?” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “Girl, those stuck-up rich bitches would never have let you in, even if you’d wanted to try and get in.”
    That’s the reason that none of my friends know that I could buy and sell half the city with my own money.
    “My point exactly. I don’t want to live that way anymore, and I don’t have to now that the business has taken off, Percy. I can afford a good place in a good neighborhood and I’m going to do just that.”
    “Is this because that ball bag asshole broke your heart?” she hisses, pacing the kitchen at Delights as if she’s training for the freaking Olympics.
    It’s actually our one day off this week, but we’re both kind of pedantic about keeping things just so and we never let a day go by and not take the opportunity to come in and double-check that things are exactly as they should be.
    “No, you gobblehead. Stop sucking so much meat, Percy. It’s seriously addling your brain. I want to do this because…”
    I trail off because I do not want a soul knowing what I’m up to just yet, but I also don’t want to lie to my friends.
                  “Because?” Percy pushes, watching me closely.
    Half-truths and some distractions, Luci, you know how to do this . You’ve been at it for years to keep them in the dark about your personal brand of crazy.
    “Well because I just want more out of life. I’m thirty years old, I’ve never even been out of the city unless you count visiting