The silver credit card rested quietly on the smooth wooden island in the center of the massive closet. Mason did not wait for my verbal agreement, because he knew his corporate logic was undeniable. He picked up his heavy leather briefcase from the floor and walked out of the room to begin his workday.
I stared at the small piece of plastic for several long seconds. Taking his money felt wrong, yet leaving the shelves bare posed a severe risk to our twelve-month arrangement. I picked up the card and slipped it into the front pocket of my denim jeans.
I walked back into the main bedroom to find my mobile phone on the nightstand. I dialed Talia's number, and she answered the call before the second ring finished.
"I need you to come shopping with me today," I told my best friend without offering a polite greeting. "Mason just ordered me to fill my empty half of his massive wardrobe, and I refuse to navigate those high-end stores by myself."
