Akara comes closer. “You are my friend. But you’re my client first.” Sulli shoves his chest with the unharmed hand. “Heyheyhey.” Banks steps between them. Sulli is all hurt anger, and I can’t tell how much is alcohol-fueled—but she pushes at Banks’ chest. He’s a fucking rock wall, unmoving. Banks leans down and his lips brush her ear, hand on the crook of her neck. He whispers to Sulli. Her chest rises and falls heavily, but she seems to calm at whatever he says. Her eyes are latched on Akara, then drift up at Banks, then back to Akara.

