Brent drives me to work.
He's an all round gentleman, and it's so hard to believe he's the same douchebag that I hated a few weeks ago. We agree that I'll take a cab to his office at noon, and he only leaves when I promise not to go and talk to Clay.
He believes that Clay is a nuisance that we can live without.
I don't agree with him though. I'll still talk to Clay either way. I want him to know that it was me who set him up. I want to see the look on his face when I tell him that I hope he rots in jail for a crime he didn't commit. I can't wait to smirk at him when he begs for mercy, or when he tries to convince everyone that I set him up with no evidence. Seeing him on the throes of anger will make my heart swell with satisfaction so there's no way I'm missing that moment. Brent doe
