“They fired you?” I ask Eliot. “Your troupe fired you after hearing about my stories?” Eliot shakes his head once. “No, they’re too spineless for that.” He glares at the ceiling. “They gave me an ultimatum. Either I leave the company or I stop associating with someone that would do damage to their family-friendly brand.” The fury in his gaze doesn’t subside when he looks to me. “First thing I told them was, you realize my parents have a porn tape out in the world? Apparently, past indiscretions don’t matter as much.” So he quit. For me. Because of me.
