"Nice work Fitzgerald,annoying the board like that." Charles Powel observed. "Good thing we were there to clean up after you or the whole plan would have gone down along with shreds of your reputation."
"Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" I demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I've been doing something wrong. Or not doing something wrong as case may be." I banged on the door of my Rolls-Royce and yelled to my driver and childhood friend "James! We must away to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal,intoxication and low companionship!"
"Is there anything that isn't a joke to you?"
"Not where you're concerned."
"I just wondered," Charles said in a much subdued tone. "If perhaps you ever had enough."
"Enough of what?"
"Behaving as you do."
I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked. I was so going to have fun with that line.
"Oh I can never get enough," I said "which incidentally is what your sister said to me when..."
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To everyone Ashe Fitzgerald is a no good,man whoring,rich son of a gun beyond saving. So what's the use in proving them wrong?
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.