Sean
It, or at the very least, alcohol, to help him block out the fact that he not only betrayed is best friend, twice, but that the world now hates him because of it. He will self-destruct, and when it happens, everyone will point and say that s what he gets."
I fought back a smile. "I thought you wanted him in jail," I said, "yet here you are; defending him."
She sat back, crossing her arms. "Your plan is stupid."
"Harvard education right here," I said. "My plan will give us a win."
"What s the point of winning if you don t help anyone? What s the point of it if you only make things worse?" she muttered, opening the door as we pulled up to her house.
She didn t even look at me as we exited the car and I walked her to her door.
"Fine," I said.
She stopped, turning back, "Fine?"
"We won t throw Hector under the bus."
"So what will you do?"
"I m going to hold a press conference—well, no,
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