Agnes was clueless about what "good friends" meant.
Jared said, "Agnes, if your actions today were out of jealousy, I'd be stoked, but this can't happen again. If you have doubts, you should come straight to me, not risk sneaking around taking pictures. That's utterly foolish. You have to consider not only yourself but also me. I don't fancy being labeled a widower in my youth."
Agnes: "......"
Jared added, "Today was purely a coincidence; I bumped into Mamie on my business trip in New York; we were just hanging out, having a meal. Did I clear that up for you?”
Agnes responded, "But you got me thrown into the police station over a picture." The thought of this left Agnes feeling queasy; it was her first visit to such a place.
Jared replied sternly, "I had you end up at the police station to make you remember today's lesson. It's not about a picture, but your reckless disregard for your own life.”
Hearing Jared say this, Agnes felt slightly better, but she was still unsure if what he said was the truth.
Seeing Agnes wavering a bit, Jared said, "I've explained my situation; now let's talk about you."
"What about me?"
"When did you become a paparazzi, sneakily taking pictures of celebrities’ private lives?"
Agnes said, "I'm just an intern; they assigned me to the entertainment news."
Agnes lied, not wanting Jared to know about her car accident. Two grand was nothing to Jared, but she didn’t want him butting in.
Jared didn't question it: "If you want to intern, I could hook you up with a better newspaper or TV station."
"No need; I want to do this on my own."
Jared didn't say anything else; he kept quiet for a while and said, "Let's go home."
Agnes said, "I need to swing by the newspaper office; I have an important class tomorrow morning; I’m going to go."
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