Chapter 8

Ash swore when he couldn’t find the green folder with the documents he needed. He shuffled through the twenty other folders on his desk and the seemingly endless piles of papers, getting to the point where he was tempted to dump everything onto the floor and set it on fire.

It was twelve fifty in the afternoon, and Violet had texted him two hours prior to say she would be stopping by with her books by one o’clock. He’d glanced at his watch at least half a dozen times since then. 12:51. Nine minutes to find this folder for Trent so he wouldn’t be lurking when Violet arrived. The last thing Ash needed was his older brother sticking his giant nose into his business, which was one of Trent’s favorite things to do.

“Hey, do you have that folder yet? Whoa, what the hell happened in here?” Trent surveyed the mess on Ash’s desk. “Don’t you have bins and shit to organize this stuff? How much am I paying you anyway?”

“You’re paying me nothing, as you know, and when you have twenty thousand pi