Atlantis by Jessica Rosberg Read Free Book Online

Geraldine had shown since being caught in bed with Nate. "You can't fire me."
                  "Yes, I can. I just did. You're fired," she repeated, loving how it sounded, loving how she felt empowered just by saying those two words.
                  "I made you into what you are today, you ungrateful, little shit! Without me, you have nothing. Do you really think you or your sister is smart enough to do what I do? You know nothing about the business end of things. All your good at is looking pretty for the camera." Geraldine's face was red, and the vein in her forehead throbbed as it always did when she was angry. That used to frighten Sloane. But not now, not anymore.
                  Calmly, Sloane walked to the door. "Like it or not, you're replaceable, Geraldine." Sloane opened the door then paused. She sliced a look Nate. "So are you." Then, without another word, she walked out of his apartment. It wasn't until she was outside on the sidewalk that the entire situation really hit her.
                  Her boyfriend had been cheating on her with her own mother.
                  She'd just fired her mother—the only person in the world who knew anything about Sloane and Candice's career.
                  "Oh my God, what have I done?" she muttered to herself as fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. She turned as if she were going to back up to Nate's apartment, and then stopped. What good would it do to go back up there? What would she say? Throwing herself at their mercy, apologizing, and begging for their forgiveness was the wrong thing to do. After what seemed like hours of just standing on the sidewalk crying, Sloane regained her composure and hailed a cab.
                  "Where to?" the cabbie asked.
                  Sloane stared out the window in a daze, unaware that she was being spoken to.
                  "Miss? Where would you like me to take you?" the cabbie asked again, his voice louder this time.
                  She shook her head. "Sorry. Uh…" Shit! Where was she going to go? She didn't want to go home. There were too many memories of Nate there. She could go back to Jason's. He would probably say "I told you so" and give her hell for being naïve. No, she knew where she had to go and what she had to do. Quickly, she gave the cab driver directions to Candice's apartment; then she sat back in the seat and let her mind wander.
                  Her head was killing her, her throat was dry, her stomach was in knots, and her nerves were frayed. How would Candice handle the news? Would she be angry that Sloane fired Geraldine? The last thing Sloane wanted or needed was to have her sister angry with her, too. There was so much the two of them had to discuss and figure out.
                  They'd both talked about getting out of modeling, of pursuing other things, but it had just been talk. Now it was looking like it might be reality. Of course, Jason was right when he'd said they could hire a new manager—then they wouldn't have to give up the only thing either of them knew how to do, the only thing they were really good at. It stung to think that Geraldine was right when she'd said that. But it was true. Neither Sloane nor Candice had any real job experience.
                  Sloane leaned forward and grasped her head in her hands. What were they going to do? More accurately, what was she going to do? At least Candice had college. Candice could finish her classes, graduate, get a job somewhere.
                  "Here we are." The cab came to a stop.
                  "Thanks." Sloane paid him and got out of the car. She stood in front of Candice's apartment building for a few moments staring up at it. The one bright side to this whole mess was that they still had access to their money. They, along with their mother, were listed on all the business