To his smartass comments, she says nothing, obviously unimpressed and rolling her eyes to show it. Of course she’d get stuck with this rich asshole, acting superior like he knows what’s what and who’s who. Was this really the better part of the deal? However, it doesn’t stop her from accepting the drink that he’s offered, finding it impossible to turn down since she hasn’t had one since this morning. Even though they’d advised against drinking on the job, she shrugs, indifferently. “It’s not that,” she says, annoyed with merely his presence, crossing her arms over her chest just in case he starts getting defensive. One look at him and Jess knows he’s the type: rich, smug, drunk asshole. Yeah, he’s definitely the type. “It’s you getting yourself into this mess and me cleaning it up. But I guess you’re used to that, aren’t you? Everyone coming to your rescue, saving you from yourself.”
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