Kitty flipped the card over. On the back side it had a poorly designed building logo and said Urban Realty Group. On the front it had a picture of the man pretending to button a sleeve cuff and smiling into the camera. Gavin McCullers was his name. Kitty laughed to herself and wondered how she ended up partying with someone so cheezy the night before. Gavin wasn’t exactly the type of person Kitty would tend to spend time with. When she exited the stairwell, she threw the business card in the first trash bin she could find and proceeded home.
That afternoon, she woke up from her recovery nap to her phone ringing. It was her dad calling. She silenced the call and lay back down in bed. It had been months since she last spoke with her father, though she knew they would need to talk again soon. Her bank account was running low on funds as she already blew through the last $100 thousand he gave her and she would need to ask for more soon.
After he parents split, her father couldn’t find a way to properly show love and affection to Kitty. Giving her money to “help her out” was the only way he could think to show he cared. That was fine with Kitty at this point in her life. She didn’t want to work and happily accepted anything he would give her to uphold her lifestyle. The conversations with her dad were cringe worthy and difficult to get through, though she would always muscle through to the end until he would ask: “Are you doing okay? Do you need anything?”.
A Page a Day 