The Love Of Money - Episode 78
27-07-25 (16:28)
Emily met Daniel not long after turning twenty-four. He
was a relatively successful broker on Wall Street in his
mid-thirties who just so happened to be attending one
of her performances when they first met. It was love at
first sight, and they were inseparable for the next two
years, getting engaged near the end of their
relationship. Unfortunately, he made one bad
investment and lost everything. Emily was the one who
came home to find the mess he'd left in the bathroom
after eating a bullet.
It took six months for Emily to recover, then she
decided she needed a change of pace. She moved to
California to try a life out there, and the next two years
passed with barely a word from her. Then one day she
showed up at my apartment door looking thin, soaking
wet, and desperate for a place to stay. She had fifty
dollars in her pocket, the clothes on her back, and a
broken spirit. Emily and I had always been close, so I
took her in without hesitation and let her live with me
in Brooklyn for the next four months.
She filled me in a little about her time in LA, but never
the whole story. I leamed she never found her big
break in acting like she wanted and had fallen on
desperate times while in Los Angeles. Desperate times
called for desperate measures, and that led Emily to
addiction among other things that I only suspected. My
sister came back to me with a whole host of serious
issues.
Neither of us could afford the rehab, but Emily was
insistent that our parents not find out about her
problems, so I managed to convince my mom and dad
to give me a loan to buy into a start-up.
I used the money to put my sister through rehab.
Ashamed that I was taking such a hit for her, Emily
promised she would take it seriously, and as far as
knew, she hadn't touched alcohol or stimulants since
they released her.
When she finally reunited with our parents, Emily was
completely clean, and I came to be known as someone
with a shitty business sense. I paid back the money
I'd borrowed, but unfortunately, the reputation was
there to stay.
"Do Mom and Dad know about this?" Emily asked.
"Nope," I said, "and I don't want them to either. They
would just freak out and try to do something."
"Maybe they can do something," she pushed back.
"Em, I have an army of lawyers. My assistant hired a
private investigator to look into it, and the cops are
doing everything they
can. I think I have it covered. Please don't say anything
to them."
"Of course," Emily said. "If that's what you really want."
"Thanks"
She let me go and started to do a circult around the
apartment. Her fingers traced the drywall as she said,
"I'm gonna miss this place."
"Really? That's surprising."
"Why?"
"Because you barely come here anymore."
"I know," Emily replied, and I detected a faint note of
shame in her voice
"I didn't mean it as an accusation. I know you're busy."
Trying to build back up what she'd left behind in New
York wasn't an easy process, and nearly two years
later, she was still struggling to get back what she left
behind. She was working hard, and I was proud of her
even though I did miss having her around. We had
always been close, and when she returned, we fell
back into our friendship as if two years hadn't just
passed us by.
"Thanks, Marcus. It's been a lot." She tumed and leaned
against the wall. "Anyway, part of me didn't want to
come back because I didn't want to chance running into
the Lucases."
"What? Why?"
"Jim always made me feel weird," she said, "and I
seemed like Phoebe was always judging me. It felt
weird between us in the hallway just now."
"Ah. That wasn't you. It was because of me. Jim was
pretty rude to me on the way in," I said, deciding not to
share the part of the story where' Phoebe had kissed
me.
"Want me to kill him?" Emily asked, throwing a mock
glare toward the doorway.
"Nah." I said. "I have an assassin on retainer now. He's
scheduled to take care of him on Sunday. What are you
doing here anyway?"
"I just wanted to check on you," Emily said. "You
sounded like you could use a friend when we talked
the other day. Mom is still a little hurt that she had to
find out about the whole money thing on the news."
"I hope she knows how it feels." I retorted. "I got the
whole story from my lawyer."
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