The Nerd Who Played the Game
Liam trailed off suggestively, implying unsavory escapades.
"Totally," Cindy chimed in, her tone as phony as her lashes. "We're old pals. If you're struggling, speak up. With your background—no college, no sharp clothes—you might bomb interviews. Want me to take you shopping? I can spot you cash. You were a whiz kid. It's a shame seeing you like this."
Shannon stayed silent, her nails digging into her wine stem. Her intense gaze bore into me like lasers.
Her boyfriend, Zach Fuller, leaned forward with condescending pity and open disdain.