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Nadine Lewis
Batman
217 words
What are your values worth?
The question had occurred to Nadine sometime while she was copying the files Harvey had asked her to.
What is integrity worth?
Was it worth five thousand dollars? She'd waited until Harvey had gone to shower that morning before she'd counted the money. Were her ethics for sale? For five grand? Or had she exchanged them for last night? The thought made her hand shake even as she entered the apartment complex, holding her briefcase's handle in a vise grip.
She wasn't sure what was worse- wondering if she'd sold everything she used to believe in for money... or sex.
Maybe that's why.
The thought came to her in the stairwell, and she had to stop. She couldn't let it even linger in her mind. There was no way that Harvey would do that to her. He wouldn't... use her like that.
By the time Nadine let herself into her apartment, she was pale and barely hiding how her hands trembled as she set the briefcase down on the coffee table.
“The files.” She spoke quietly without looking at the man sitting on the couch. It took all she had in her not to start crying. “Don't ever ask me to do something like that again.”
Batman
217 words
What are your values worth?
The question had occurred to Nadine sometime while she was copying the files Harvey had asked her to.
What is integrity worth?
Was it worth five thousand dollars? She'd waited until Harvey had gone to shower that morning before she'd counted the money. Were her ethics for sale? For five grand? Or had she exchanged them for last night? The thought made her hand shake even as she entered the apartment complex, holding her briefcase's handle in a vise grip.
She wasn't sure what was worse- wondering if she'd sold everything she used to believe in for money... or sex.
Maybe that's why.
The thought came to her in the stairwell, and she had to stop. She couldn't let it even linger in her mind. There was no way that Harvey would do that to her. He wouldn't... use her like that.
By the time Nadine let herself into her apartment, she was pale and barely hiding how her hands trembled as she set the briefcase down on the coffee table.
“The files.” She spoke quietly without looking at the man sitting on the couch. It took all she had in her not to start crying. “Don't ever ask me to do something like that again.”