"Sorry about that," Arthur said, "For what it's worth, I always thought he was a shithead." Arthur's Encyclopedic Knowledge of Rich Assholes was, once again, important and had, once again, been gloriously ignored by Ben. People really ought to pay him more attention.

He gave her a good look and took a long sip of his pint. Scars on her neck, wild hair, poor person outfit. And she was drinking in a bar around an assortment of men, which was likely to catch society's attention.

"So you've, what? Decided that he hadn't ruined your life enough so you might as well finish the job?"

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