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addiction I say hello.”
    She turns back and gives me the finger. I
smirk at that.
    Brooke is thirty-one and already
unhappy. I can’t judge. I’m twenty-two and unhappy so what is the difference?
    I lay out my black tailored suit jacket
and pants and a crisped white V-neck shirt before taking a hot shower. I throw
them on and grab my sunglasses, the ones my brother Gabriel once owned. I
always wear sunglasses. It’s rare when people see my eyes. I walk down the
steps to the foyer where I see little Cody Nichols.
    “Good morning, Cody.”
    Cody Nichols is an eighteen-year-old
African American male and still a virgin. He still wears his class pin on his
dinner jacket for Christ sakes. He’s a sad excuse for a teenage male. If only
he would let me, I would make it my mission to get him to unlock his chastity
belt and get deflowered by some housewife or a high-paid escort. There isn’t
really a difference nowadays.
    “Where are you going this early?” he
asks me with a bowl of Lucky Charms in his hand.
    “I have some business to tend to. I’ll
be back soon.”
    “New girl arriving today.”
    “I heard. Hopefully she’s not a bore.
Good day.” I pat him on the head like a little puppy and he frowns.
    “Good day,” he mocks me.
               
    JULIET
               
    I step out of the limo to see the
beautiful thirty-two-room triplex on the corner of Fifth Avenue. It looks old,
still luxurious. The building is dark green with brown frames and roof.
    A girl with short brown hair — the color of cinnamon to be exact — falling around her chin comes out towards
me. She’s so tall. Must be at least 5’10. I’m 5’8, but she has the long legs to
add to the depth. Most people don’t know I’m tall until they are up close.
    “You must be Juliet Spears.” She stretches
out her hand for me to shake.
    “Yes.”
    “Jordana Abbott.” Jordana is beautiful.
Like painfully beautiful. She has to be a model or the daughter of very
gorgeous parents. She is wearing a white sleeveless blouse and black trousers
that stop at the ankles, showing her leather black flats with a gold buckle on
them. Her skin looks enriched in smoothness and her eyes are dark green. Her
skin is like the color of a porcelain doll and her lips are thin and pink. The
only thing that looks childlike on her are her apple cheekbones that enhance
the beauty of her face.
    The driver starts retrieving my luggage
and I follow Jordana in. I’m immediately in awe at the scenery as I walk
through the foyer and turn to my right. The living room could be out of the Marie Antoinette film. White walls with
gold Victorian style carvings on them. Beige green sofas sitting across from
each other and a dark brown coffee table between them with gold carvings
designed on the edges. Black Greek head statues on each corner over stone
mantles. Gold candleholders on each wall section of the room. A painting of
Frida Kahlo kind of throws me off. It doesn’t match the room at all, but
doesn’t take away from the beauty of it. On the other side is the dining room.
The gold curtains gain my attention. No profound reason; I just like gold.
    Jordana leads me through the hall, pass
the staircase and to the back patio where a woman is lying face down on a white
full mini bed, moaning in pleasure while a shirtless, muscled, tan man with shiny
black hair rubs oil on her back.
    “Ms. Eleanor, our guest has arrived,”
Jordana announces.
    Ms. Eleanor’s head pops up. She screams
in excitement and sits up, revealing her breasts to me. I immediately look
away. “Juliet!” I wait a moment then glance to make sure she’s no longer
indecent. She runs to me in her plush white robe and purple scarf around her
head. She kisses me with a kiss on each cheek and a tight hug — firm but warm.
    “You have grown up to be a beautiful
young angel.” She smiles and brushes my hair.
    “Thank you.”
    “Isn’t she beautiful, Federico?” She
turns to the