40 - Fred

The fresh and fresh air touched us as soon as we left the nightclub. The security guard at the door did not move a single muscle while Becca struggled over my shoulder, asking to leave her on the floor. I only left her free when we were already near the car, she kept fighting me, but it was easy to put her leaning against the passenger door.

"You're such an asshole! "She cursed. "A real shitty asshole.”

I took a deep breath, embodying the nanny to have to deal with an hurt drunk.

"You're just a little more altered than usual. I'll take it out.”

"Fuck you, Fred. I got tired of all this bullshit.”

“What bullshit, Becca?”

She widened her eyes and gestured with her hands, in a very indignant pose.

"What do you mean? Which one do you want to know? Because you're an idiot in every way. You kicked me out for a ridiculous reason. You tore the contract. You chased me, put people to chase me too, and still come to tell me that you don't know what the problem is? YOU. You're the problem, Fred. I