My ankle was still sprained a day later, but I had to pull myself together and put on some heels so I could meet with an important client that morning. After I finished getting ready, I brewed a cup of coffee.I was wearing a peach-colored cotton dress that fell a few inches below my ankles, paired with matching Christian Louboutin pumps. My files were on my kitchen counter, ready to go. I had a bad habit of bringing work home.I walked over to where my brother was sleeping on the couch.I sighed as I looked at him. He had come to my penthouse late the previous night, high and drunk out of his mind. I didn’t like how he had been handling himself of late.He and I had been through a lot growing up, him more than me, because he had to protect me from a lot of things, so I understood the need to depend on drugs. But it didn’t mean I was okay with it.“I’m leaving, Jesse, and you need to go to work,” I said as I lightly tapped him, “Here is your coffee."He groaned and pulled himself awak
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