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He had a feeling Ronald was just full of crap this time.

What could possibly require his personal attention? Absolutely nothing, that's what. Not a single damn thing.

Stella: "Well, if that's all, I'm hanging up."

"Wait, don't! You can't just hang up on me!"

Stella: “Honestly, I'm a terrible person, so there's no way I'm going to put in a good word for you.”

"Okay, okay, I was wrong."

His tone suddenly softened, all pride gone in a split second.

You had to admit: when Finley admitted fault, he did it at record speed. The man could grovel with the best of them.

Stella: "And your dignity?"

"What dignity? I smell so bad I'm about to knock myself out."

Clearly, Finley was a bit of a neat freak.

Stella: “Well, from here, it doesn't sound like your mouth's gotten any cleaner.”

Finley: “Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Are you saying I talk too much? I haven't even said anything rude!"

Stella: ".

Well, that was true.

Here he was, shipped off to the middle of the Mojave Desert, and the poor guy still hadn't figured out what he'd done wrong.

saving, they

and say something nice to

hadn't even been that long, and already Finley

out of this

"Oh, just two

supposed

should just settle in for the

cold as

for your

would finally lose it and just

whined, "So you're really not gonna help me out? I'm your Finley, after

this is for your own

Stella wasn't budging.

the

years. Two years! Was she out

wanted to make his life hell, and now Stella was just as bad. If no one was

mind whirred-then he

a snake. He's been lying to

couldn't be

Stella: "Hmm?”

telling you-Ronald is bad news Don@get on his bad side, or be'll ship you out to the

get this—when you weren't in New York, he was getting all flirty with

Stella: "!!!"

Ronald's expression darkened.

slept with them. No

Stella: “.....”

he really stirring the pot