“Alex?” I called. “Get her some clothes, too. Just everyday, average clothes.” “And if she puts up a fight?” I turned off the desk lamp and made my way toward the door. “Then buy whatever you want for her to wear. She’ll have some options if she ever decides to remove the stick in her ass.” I opened the door wider, both of us walking out. “How much can I spend?” she asked. “I’ll call you when the text alerts start scaring me.”
