“Nice night for some fun,” George says with a wink. He’s been our doorman for ages, and over the years, he’s gotten me out of some sticky situations. Really embarrassing stuff, and he’s totally covered my ass afterwards. He glances over at the black vehicle idling in front of our apartment building. “For you, Miss Amanda?” “For me,” I reply cheerfully, although inside I’m feeling a bit apprehensive. I keep thinking, though, there’s no way a college admissions officer would send me somewhere dangerous, as much as Valerie Gowan would probably love to send me to the den of a crazed Colombian coke dealer with a blonde fetish. I assure myself that this chick is probably getting kickbacks from referring rich kids to this counseling outfit, and that’s why she wants me to keep my mouth shut. Tonight they’ll ask me for an outrageous deposit, which I can make on my Platinum Card, blah-blah-blah. It’s such a racket, ripping off the wealthy of the world, it’s not even funny.
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