Episode 8

Vinnie bit her lip and tried to feel a little less anxious as she simply existed in front of Angelina Watts, the lawyer lady Mr. Doyle had talked about, the one who was supposed to reach out if any input from Vinnie was required.

Considering the fact that Ms. Watts currently sat in her modest apartment, staring at the glowing screen of her laptop and trying not to grumble about the lack of an air conditioner or a more comfortable couch that wouldn’t look like it had seen better days, Vinnie started to feel more and more conscious of the reality she was about to sign up for.

Literally.

If Vinnie were to be honest, sometimes all of this felt like nothing short of a fantasy.

I mean, who could believe that a girl like her, the one who was never taken seriously by most of the people in her life, would end up getting an opportunity like this? For goodness’ sake, she would be moving in with one of the richest men in the city, or maybe the state—who the fuck cared about the stupid rank? Al