I waited anxiously at the door of the penthouse, waiting for someone to open up. Once someone did open it, I was surprised to see the same man from the day before. “Beth,” he crooked his head to the side, seeming a bit confused. “What are you doing here?” “Um, Harry, right?” I played off not knowing his name, like I hadn’t been watching them for days now. “No, Dylan, Harry’s the other clown,” he smiled. Most likely at what he said, not at me. “Oh, sorry, concussion and all,” I pointed at my head. “Of course, What brings you back? Change your mind about suing?” “Um, no,” I couldn’t stifle the small laugh. “I just couldn’t find my phone last night and I was hoping I left it here, otherwise, that would make the third phone this month.” “That’s a bit careless,” he mentioned as he let me in. “Quite accident prone,” I shrugged, an easy enough explanation. “Just, try to hurry. We have a meeting and I don’t want Harry to get distracted or-“ “Who was at the door?” The other man came into view, struggling with his tie. “Oh, Beth,” he nodded, with a small smile. “You came back.” “She lost her phone, she’ll be leaving soon,” Dylan announced as he walked over to him, helping him with his tie. “You mean this one?” Harry produced a phone from his pocket, handing it over. “I found it in the couch when I woke up to go to bed.” “Thank you,” I smiled, pretending to be appreciative. “I think your boyfriend was trying to reach you,” he mentioned casually. “Boyfriend?” “Yeah, Ivan, I believe his name was?” “Oh, no! Ivan is my brother,” I mentally smacked myself. In the midst of a head injury, I forgot to save Ivan under a different name. “Brother,” Harry nodded as Dylan finished his tie. “Yeah, he picked me up last night.” (Continues below).