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Fallon and I were walking through Central Park talking.
"Okay, so we've covered your great-uncle Roger." Fallon said.
"Yup." I said.
"Your cousins Carter and Marsha." Fallon said. "Anyone else you need to warn me about before I meet the Van Kirk clan?"
"I mean, I have a niece, Emily but she's like Vanessa. She's like every girl you went to prep school with. My brother is pretty chill and my sister's husband is kinda similar to me." I said.
"Can you tell me why your uncle has so many enemies that he needs armed guards?" Fallon asked.
"I think it's about the quality of enemies versus quantity." I said.
"That makes me feel better." Fallon said.
"Now you know why I live in Atlanta. But I love my family. And Max's wife, Maura, is really sweet. Though I think she might still be away at the spa." I said.
"Oh, I know that code. Listen, let's just get through this. Get Max to sign the contract so your family can own Carrington Atlantic and I can stop having to memorise the quirks of your relatives." Fallon said.
"I'm on board. But since my entire family thinks that we're married, we might have to actually kind of act like we like each other. We can just hold hands." I said. Fallon laced her hand with mine.
"Jordan." I heard someone yell. I turned around to see my brother.
"Hey guys." Liam said.
"Fallon this is my brother Liam. Liam this is Fallon." I said. Fallon's phone rang.
"I'm just gonna answer this. I'll catch up with you both." Fallon said.
"Okay." I said. Liam and I walked ahead.
"Hey. Excuse me can my kids take a picture with you?" A woman asked.
"Uh yeah of course." I said.
"Why don't you get in the picture and I'll take it of all of you?" Liam offered.
"Thank you." The woman said. I crouched down so I was the same height as the kids.
"Say Falcons." Liam said.
"Falcons." We all said.
"There perfect." Liam said taking the picture.
"Can you sigh my shirt please?" A little girl said wearing a Falcon's jersey.
"Sure. If you have a pen." I said. The girl looked at the older woman.
