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—————- I'm watching a show called billions. It's about this rich gambling stuff. I didn't really get it but I'm pretty sure no one on that show did. If they're so smart why would they dress like total geeks? Not even in a hot way.
I hear a knock at the door when the commercials come up. « Patrick? What is it you need at this hour? » He laughs at my confusion. I don't find it particularly funny but Mr.Bateman says humour is subjective. "Sara. Oh I am so glad to see you." He uses a lot of hand gestures while talking. "Come in." I say. I shut the door. He takes off his tie and unbuttons his white shirt a few notches. He walks so confidently toward me I end up falling back into my living room chair. It wasn't aggressive, but it was surprising and confusing.
"Patrick what is it that you want?" I fold my arms across my chest and lift a leg over the other.
"I really need your help!"
"My friend Dave's going to the printers to get a new business card. I fear that he'll see Paul's and think his is better than mine. It isn't." Patrick explains. He sits right on the edge of the chair I was resting on. His hand was close to my leg but not touching it.
"Patrick come on. Go home and go to sleep, this is ridiculous." I advise him.
"I mean feel like I could murder somebody" he shouts before laughing hard at himself.
"My mask of sanity is going to slip!"
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thursday morning --- 3rd person, at PIERCE & PIERCE office
Last night Patrick felt as if he wasn't even there. He was up until late last night in his apartment. If it wasn't for Allen being out of town to go to some stupid place like London where they sprinkle tea on their oatmeal for breakfast, Bateman swore Paul would be dead. Isn't that wonderful! He thought.
Sara's in Patrick's office doing her usual work. Recently Patrick hasn't been as active at work, he was out in the city center doing whatever powerful smart guys who are slowly going insane do. So Sara assumed it was that or his morning regime. It was his rigorous morning regime.
An hour after Patrick turns up to the office. He bursts the door open.
"I've got the situation all handled. My card looks better than Allen's." Patrick grins, catching his breath. Behind his eyes, Patrick knew he had to have Sara. "That's great Patrick," Sara smiles. He was so innocent yet insane. "I have to return some video tapes now, and don't forget Dorsia tomorrow." He informs Sara before shutting the door.
"Can't spell slaughter without laughter!"
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a/n: sorry for the short chapter, ik its kinda boring but bare with me :(
