After Jane had fallen asleep, Ricky busied himself with some cleanup. Jane's apartment was small so it didn't take long to find the cleaning supplies and her bedroom. Entering his secretary's room, Ricky got to work removing the soiled bedsheets and putting them to wash. He cleaned up most of the blood left on the bed, then made the bed with the new sheets he'd brought. Once finished, he focused his attention on Jane's dinner.

He figured tomato soup was a good option. It would be light on the stomach and he had read that tomatoes were great for women to eat during their menstrual cycle. Also, who wouldn't love a delicious bowl of tomato soup with cheesy, gooey, bread? He had finished the meal and was ready to add cheese to the bread, but his phone rang.

The ringtone told Ricky it was his older sister, Tammy. "Hello?" He answered, looking back at his secretary worriedly. He hoped the noise hadn't woken her. "Tammy?"

"You need to come to your office. Pam's gotten herself in some trouble." It was a curt response.

"What do you mean? Is Pam alright?" Ricky worriedly asked.

"She's alright - for now." Tammy sounded annoyed. Ricky heard the tapping of her heels and the ding of an elevator. His sister reiterated, "You need to come here, Rick because if I get my hands on our sister, she'll be going M.I.A."

'I can't have that.' He sweated. "I'm on my way. Hold yourself back, please." He sighed, eyeing the food. He wouldn't be able to warm up the bread for Jane. Looking back at the sleeping woman, Ricky imagined what sort of expression she'd make when she woke up. He badly wanted to see that, but his sisters needed him.

Grabbing a piece of paper, he wrote down a letter for Jane, then placed it by the bread. He cleaned up his mess, placed the cheese in the fridge, and set the chocolates on the island. Satisfied with his work, Ricky left, being sure to lock the door before closing it behind him. He hoped his secretary enjoyed his food.

Tammy Evens waited for her brother in his office. She was not in the best of moods. It had been a downright rotten day for the tall chocolate brunette. She has had to deal with insufferable higher-ups who insisted on doing things the 'traditional' way. The cherry on top was getting a call from the police, stating that her sister Pamela had been detained for assault.

Out of all the things her little sister could do, she chooses assault! 'Mom and Dad are going to have a field day with this.' She rubbed her forehead. She could feel her blood pressure rising. She pictured ways of making her sister pay, creating a dark atmosphere around the office. Workers who passed by felt a shudder slither up their spines. 

They thought Jane was gone for the day.

Thankfully, Ricky had made it to the office and met with his sister. Her dark demeanor told him whatever she was conjuring up was not humane. "Tammy." He pulled her out of her musings. Identical green eyes snapped towards him as he approached his older sister. He kissed her cheek before asking, "What happened to Pam?"

Tammy's expression darkened. "That child got herself arrested for assaulting the lead photographer in her photoshoot. She's being held right now at the station, awaiting bail."

"You haven't bailed her out?"

"Hah!" Tammy laughed. "Why should I bail that brat out? I told her MULTIPLE times to watch that temper of hers!" She ranted. "She's lucky I came here to tell you! You know what? We should let that barbarian sit in jail for a day or two! That teach her!"

"Let's not assume the worst, Tammy. Pam may be quick-tempered but let's get her side of the story before passing judgment." He reasoned, hoping it'd calm his increasingly hysteric sister. "The question we should ask is why did Pam assault the photographer?" 'It better be a good answer, Pam.' Ricky thought the last bit.

Tammy said it out loud. "It better be a good answer."

"I'm sure it will be." The two headed off to the police station.

Ricky should've known better than to be optimistic. He should've agreed with his oldest sister and left Pam sitting in jail for a day. If he did, Ricky could have stayed at Jane's place when she woke up. He could have seen what sort of face she'd make while eating his soup. Would it have been a face of gratitude, embarrassment, or polite caution? Maybe it would have been all three, but Ricky would never know it now, thanks to his older sisters.

"I swear it wasn't my fault!" Pam insisted from the backseat of her brother's car. They had bailed her out (on Ricky's dime). He had asked for the police report to get a better understanding of the situation. That's how he and Tammy learned that this was a 'domestic' case. Pam had been dating her lead photographer for a few weeks now.

Pam hadn't attacked the guy, per se. She had taken his camera and thrown it in the lake after catching the man flirting with another model. The crew had tried calming her down but had to call the cops in the end. Thankfully, the photographer decided not to press charges. All he asked for was reimbursement for his damaged equipment and a restraining order against Pam.

Did I mention that also came out of Ricky's wallet? Ricky grumbled under his breath. "You deliberately threw his camera in the lake! How is that not your fault?!" Tammy scolded her from the passenger seat.

"He cheated on me!" Pam argued as if that made it alright to break other people's things. "You would have done the same, Tammy!"

"I would not."

"Yes, you would!" She turned to her brother for support. "Right, Rick?"

"Don't bring me in this." Ricky glared at his sister through the review mirror. "What you did was childish, Pamela, and frankly, a waste of all our time." He saw Tammry nodding in agreement from the corner of his eye. "And don't think I'm letting you walk away from punishment! You're going to reimburse me!"

If anybody saw this, they would think that Ricky was the oldest of the three. Pamela pouted. "Yes, sir." She slumped in her seat. She hated being lectured by her siblings. Didn't they care that some dude broke her heart? "This isn't fair." She complained, needing the last word. "You two act like I'm the only one who does stupid things when in love."

"You do." Ricky retorted.

"Says the guy who called this morning about menstrual necessities," Pam smirked when her brother's face turned red. "A guy wouldn't do that unless he was in love. Who's the woman you're seeing?"

"It's not love. I was helping a friend. Also, I didn't throw her things in Lake Shore." Ricky pivoted, bringing the conversation back on topic. "Now be quiet, Pam. You owe me and giving me advice doesn't discount that. Got it?"

Pamela Evens tsked. It sometimes sucked having a lawyer for a brother. "Whatever you say, baby brother Rick."

Moral of the story: Don't go around breaking people's things. There are consequences, even if your sibling is an astounding defense attorney. The second moral of this tale: Do not date people you work with within the modeling industry. It won't end well if you are the jealous type.

It's too soon to say if Pamela Floral Evens had learned this, but it did caress the recess of her mind when she sat at Jane's desk the next day. Her brother had decided that she would work off her debt with free labor. He labored it as 'community service' but Pamela swore he was being petty.

'I got lectured by Mom and Dad too.' She fumed. "Everybody treats me like a kid when I'm grown. Like, come on! It's not that serious."

She glared at her brother from her seat. He was in his office, talking with some clients over a case that was coming up. It didn't feel fair to her that out of the three - she was the black sheep. Her older sister was a sharp marketing manager for beauty products. Her little brother was a lawyer who built his firm from the ground up. Her father was a respected cop - though retired now. Her mother worked in the F.B.I. intelligence unit.

They were forces to be reckoned with but Pam wasn't like them. She had the Evens pride, but she had yet to truly find what she was capable of. All she had were her looks, which is why Pam had decided to become a model. She hated it, but it was a career - something her family was proud of - or so she felt.

Until her 'little' tantrum blew over, other companies were hesitant to hire her. She was benched for a while. Pouting, the plum-brown-haired woman turned back to the work she'd been forced to do. Reading through the notes Jane had left, Pam hummed. The notes were helpful. Jane had written down important meetings and phone numbers to call for Pam's brother to get back to.

Cleaning the office was not a problem either. Thankfully, Jane kept the office spotless so there wasn't much to clean up. What bewildered the beautiful model was the sheer amount of paperwork her brother left his secretary. The pile was high and that was only half! The rest of the work was on Jane's computer.

"My brother's a sadist," Pam uttered. She felt sorry for his secretary and the possible things her brother put her through. Going over some of the files, she began feeling overwhelmed.

She wasn't slow by any means, but Jane Blair's work style made her feel that way. Pamela had never seen someone's work style be so different from the norm, and yet it was efficient. Why, there were even cases the raventte had put her input. Projects of upcoming company events caught her eye.

It gave Pamela an aching headache. "This wouldn't be so confusing if I knew this chick's thought pattern." The best she could manage was sending out emails and replying to phone calls.

Hearing the phone go off for the seventh time in the morning, Pamela answered it. "Hello, this is Evens' law firm. How can I help you?"

"Delilah?" A hoarse voice answered. The caller sounded worried.

'Who's Delilah?' "I'm sorry but this isn't Delilah. My name is Pamela. Is there anything I can help you with...Ma'am?" She briefly wondered if it was a female she was speaking with. She hoped it wasn't a scam call.

"Oh. Thank God." There was a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone. "May I speak with Mr. Evens? There are some notes I haven't written up that he's going to need for some upcoming appointments."

Pam's eyes darted back to her brother. He was still in a meeting. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Evens is currently with some clients." An idea struck her. "I could leave a message, but may I ask something? Are you the secretary I'm filling in for?" She prayed the answer yes.

"Yes."

Pamela smiled. "Great. If you don't mind, how about you tell me what you need to add and I'll do it." She got worried when there was no reply. Quickly, she explained. "I'll be straight with you. I don't know what I'm doing exactly. I'm only doing this because I got in some trouble and Rick insisted I repay him this way."

Pamela held her breath, waiting for any response. She didn't know what she'd do if the lady on the phone turned her down. "You owe Mr. Evens?"

"Yes." She screeched, becoming desperate. Her hand clutched the phone as if it were a lifeline. "It's a long story, but it landed me here, working for my brother." She inwardly begged the woman to empathize with her situation. To stress the matter further, she reasoned "I'm not you. I don't want to mess this up."

The lady on the other side of the phone coughed. Pamela heard some sniffling before getting a reply. "Alright, but let Mr. Evens know I expect to be paid for this. I'm technically working at this point."

Pamela's shoulders sagged. She could breathe again. "No problem!" She chirped, sitting straight up. The caller was her lifesaver! Why hasn't her brother mentioned her before? "I look forward to working with you. Can I get your name?" She asked brightly. This caller would make her 'community service' easier. Pam also saw this as an opportunity to get back at her brother.

"Jane Blair." The caller coughed. 

A foreboding sensation washed over Ricky as he finished speaking with his client. As he saw his client out, Ricky noticed his sister had hung up the phone. She had a face-splitting smile on as she clacked away on the computer. She was in a better mood than that morning. It was extremely unsettling, but the lawyer shrugged it off.

He'll learn what had transpired between his sister and secretary later on.