The Love Of Money - Episode 77 - Storie by Shary Epic Reads

The Love Of Money - Episode 77
27-07-25 (16:27)

Phoebe shook her head. "No. I'm not in any real danger. just... I just wanted to apologize for Jim's behavior and say thank you." She tittered and swiped at her cheek as another wayward tear fell. "I guess I just got a little carried away." "No. That's okay," I said. "Look, if you say you're fine, then I believe. you, but if you need anything at all, please give me a call. You're losing me as a neighbor... not as a friend." A single sob burst from her and she contained the rest as her face contorted in another fit of crying. I stepped toward her and hugged her close again, stroking her red-brown hair as she pressed her face into my chest once more. "I mean it. If you need anything at all, I'm just a phone call away." Phoebe nodded into my chest and we stayed like that for another minute before she pulled away. She looked up at me again with those big, liquid eyes, and I thought she might try to kiss me again. Eventually, she did lift herself on her toes, but this time it was to plant a kiss on my cheek, her lips lingered there for several long moments before she lowered herself again. "Thank you," she said, her voice quiet. She stepped back and looked at the garbage. "I've been gone too long. I need to get this downstairs. She swiped at her runny nose with the back of a hand and gave me an apologetic look. "He's probably asleep, but I don't want to take the chance. If he suspected I came over here.." "Leave it," I said. "The cleaners will take it tomorrow." It was the least I could do. She gave me a watery smile. "Seriously though. If you're in trouble or if you think you're in danger from him. Please call me. You have a place to go if you need it." She nodded and said, "It won't come to that, but thank you. will." "Good" Heading back to her apartment, Phoebe paused at the doorway and rested her head on the frame, giving me one more look. There was a lot of that unreadable emotion in her face as we locked gazes for a prolonged moment. "Thank you," she finally said. Then she disappeared. I listened in silence as she murmured a greeting to someone in the hallway I couldn't see, opened the door, and then shut it. A moment later, a dark brown head of hair peeked around the doorway. It was Emily, my sister. "Hey M," she said, giving me our customary greeting. "Hey Em," I said, staring as I reflexively returned my part of the greeting we'd used most of our lives. I was surprised to see her appearance just as I was about to leave my apartment for the last time, but not as much as she was to see the state of my apartment. She walked the rest of the way into the room, her eyes growing wide as she looked around at the mess. It was clear to any casual passer-by that this wasn't simply the mess of someone moving. "What the...? Marcus? What happened? Oh my god, are you okay?" "Yeah," said. "I'm fine. Someone broke into my house two days ago. I wasn't here when it happened." "Oh my god," Emily repeated and ran over to me, throwing her arms around my neck in a hug. I returned it, wrapping my arms tight around my older sister's waist. "Did they take anything?" She pulled away. "What about your cat?" I shook my head and said, "Jack's fine, and they didn't take anything. I think they were looking for something specific." Emily's brow furrowed, "What do you think it was?" "I don't know. Probably something to do with the money," I said. We pulled apart from our hug. She gazed at me, concern etched across her face. At 5'9", Emily stood a handful of inches shorter than me. She had clear, fair skin, a beautiful Greek nose, plush lips, and startling pale grey eyes. According to dad, she inherited her father's Northern European looks while getting her dark hair, temperament, and sharp wit from her mother. First, I need to give you a little backstory about Emily. When she turned eighteen, she attended NYU to study theater and became a moderately successful actor. She starred regularly in commercials, did some modeling for cosmetics, and scored several roles in off- broadway productions. She had even made the final cut on Broadway but hadn't been chosen for a part. Several people told her she would do well in California, and she considered it, but then Daniel happened.
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