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“Just like you know it’s something to me. I’m not some trust fund kid who goes to Mom and Dad to get bailed out.”
“First of all, I look nothing like your parents.”
“Har har. I’m not taking your money, Aide.”
“Would you take Lionel’s?”
“What?”
“Would you take Lionel’s money if it came in the form of an apology for his behavior?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
“Then I’ll get you whatever it is he owes you. What’s your balance?”
Frankie named a figure so paltry that Aiden had to close his eyes and take a breath. “You’re really that close to not scraping by, and you won’t let me do anything about it?”
“You’re furious at someone else, not me. Remember?”
“You’re going to give me a headache.”
“Oh, sure. I bash one of your pals in the head with a tray and douse him in champagne, and you’re totally fine with it. But I turn down your billions, and then you get a migraine,” she pouted.
“What if there was something that I needed desperately that was in your power to give so easily?”
“Money is different. Money is power and control, and I want my own, not someone else’s.”
He hated to admit it, but he could see her incredibly misguided and stubborn point.
“Fine. I’ll get you Goffman’s money.”
She shook her head and gave a soft laugh. “You’re something, Kilbourn.”
“Back at you, Baranski. Can we watch the video again?”
Girlfriend of Aiden Kilbourn has secret life of catering jobs and sexual harassment…
Aiden Kilbourn’s girlfriend assaults Upper West Side fundraiser attendee…
Aiden Kilbourn’s new girlfriend brings Brooklyn bar fight to art gallery fundraiser…
Aiden Kilbourn threatens lawsuit and charges against girlfriend’s attacker…
Chapter Fifty
“I have a name,” Frankie muttered at her computer screen. Brenda and Raul had decided it would be better for everyone if she worked from home until the scandal and ensuing news interest died off.
“Damn right you have a name,” Marco agreed in her ear.
“Aiden Kilbourn’s girlfriend,” Frankie snorted. “Every single one of these headlines call me Aiden Kilbourn’s girlfriend.”
“If they didn’t know your name before, they will now.”
“Are you eating?”
“Mmm yeah. Corned beef.”
“I don’t suppose you deliver?”
