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Nov. 19th, 2016 06:27 pmAfter getting stabbed, Philip had thought for certain there might be a few consequences here and there. People asking the wrong questions, possibly even losing the job with Todd Chad that's been paying him so well. He'd wondered if the cops might not come calling eventually, but so far nothing at all has gone wrong for him. So far, instead of causing any problems, Philip has only found benefits.
He's been cared for, for one. Having people check in and make sure he's well is a strange thing, but he doesn't entirely hate it. Todd Chad's people -- the important people, the ones with the money who make the decisions -- seem to have taken his injury as a vow of loyalty, which is certainly isn't, but he'll let them think it is. They believe, at the moment, he can do no wrong, which Philip assumes will mean more interesting work in the future.
And now, to his sincere joy, he's come to see Sally in the rather magnificent place she's living, the place where he's attended a few particularly spectacular parties, and while he doesn't want her to fawn over him, he has to admit playing the invalid to a certain extent is absolutely his plan.
He'd suggested a night in, not because he doesn't love to make others jealous by showing her off, he'd assured her, but because some nights a man simply wants to have someone all to himself. When he arrives, he's carrying with him a particularly expensive bottle of wine, a bouquet of flowers, and a delicately beautiful green scarf in a box for Sally.
He'll tell her the story of what happened with a few variations on the truth and take whatever sympathy she's willing to bestow upon him.
He's been cared for, for one. Having people check in and make sure he's well is a strange thing, but he doesn't entirely hate it. Todd Chad's people -- the important people, the ones with the money who make the decisions -- seem to have taken his injury as a vow of loyalty, which is certainly isn't, but he'll let them think it is. They believe, at the moment, he can do no wrong, which Philip assumes will mean more interesting work in the future.
And now, to his sincere joy, he's come to see Sally in the rather magnificent place she's living, the place where he's attended a few particularly spectacular parties, and while he doesn't want her to fawn over him, he has to admit playing the invalid to a certain extent is absolutely his plan.
He'd suggested a night in, not because he doesn't love to make others jealous by showing her off, he'd assured her, but because some nights a man simply wants to have someone all to himself. When he arrives, he's carrying with him a particularly expensive bottle of wine, a bouquet of flowers, and a delicately beautiful green scarf in a box for Sally.
He'll tell her the story of what happened with a few variations on the truth and take whatever sympathy she's willing to bestow upon him.
