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Olivia coughed when she heard him pick up the line. “Reginald,” she said.

“You’re drunk.”

“You took all my money, Reginald.”

“We talked about this. Jesus Christ, we had an arrangement. I was going to work it out.”

“Your Jesus Christ,” she said, examining with one eye the contents of her wine glass. “You took my friends’ money, too. You relied on my connections to ruin my God-dammed standing among my own friends.”

“Wash your face and take a shower.”

“Why would I take a shower when I could take a bath?” He sat right down on the floor. “I’m not playing a game with you.”

She tossed her glass overhand and it smashed merrily against the wall. “You always play the game,” she said. “We’re not playing any more games.”

“Got it,” he said.

“I don’t think you do,” she said, hanging up.