Reasonable

“Ash, come here,” Cain mumbles, walking up to me while I’m close to having a breakdown, looking at Georgie walking out of the boardroom next to her dad. I ignore Cain, trying to compose myself, “I said come here.”

He grabs my arm and moves me forcefully until we’re standing in a corner of the boardroom.

“What, Cain?” I snap, snatching my arm out of his hold.

“I think I know why she’s so angry,” he says, fast and nervously. I frown and focus on him, my eyes narrowing, “She didn’t even look at me. Not once. She’s… furious, I can tell.”

What a genius.

“She was definitely more angry at me, though,” I mutter, trying not to compare us, but I can’t pretend I didn’t notice the way she threw that folder at me but not him, “What did you do?”

“Well, uhm… you know, I was drunk on Saturday, when we had our fight. That’s bad because I’m on medication, so…” he looks worried and lowers his gaze to his phone as if searching for something, “I sent her this.”

It’s a photo of me at the party, with thos