“I know you can do it.” Evelyn held Emmeline’s hand, but it was flung away. “He saved you back when you were shot. He wouldn’t have done that if you were just his acquaintance.”
Emmeline was surprised he did that. She was an inch away from death back then, and Benjamin didn’t tell her that he saved her.
“Please, just help a sister out, will you? If you don’t help me, my dad’s gonna kill me!”
And that’s what I’m gunning for.
Evelyn swung Emmeline’s arm, pouting. “Emma, pretty please? If you’re still mad at me, I’ll treat you to something someday.”
“I told you I can’t help you.” Emmeling flung her hand away. “I don’t deal with business stuff. You should bring this up to him if you really need his help.”
“But it’s not that simple,” insisted Evelyn. “All I did was run my mouth in Abel’s office, and he came down on us. It must be because of you.”
“And why are you so sure about that?”
Evelyn had no answer. The waiting room was closed back then, and she had no idea if Emmeline was inside, but this was her best bet. “Emma…” She teared up. “I have nowhere else to turn to. This is my first day on the job, and I’m losing everything. At this rate, my dad will kill me. Please, help a girl out.”
“Alright, shut it.” Emmeline waved her down. “You’re annoying me. Fine. I’ll try.”
“Really?” Evelyn broke into a smile. “You really have to help me.”
“I can’t guarantee anything,” said Emmeline. “So don’t get your hopes up.” She asked Janie to call Benjamin.
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