He’d thought if he acted like he was better than everyone else, no one would ever remember where he came from. No one would ever know he was just a poor kid from the trailer park who’d gotten lucky.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, his girlfriend Chloe’s face lighting up the screen. He grabbed it, relief flooding him. She’d be able to calm him down, she’d know what to do.
“Hey, baby,” he said, his voice rough.
“Are you kidding me, Julian?” Chloe’s voice was ice cold. “I just saw the preview for that Channel 7 special tomorrow night. You’re on there calling a guy in flannel trash? Do you know how embarrassing this is for me? My dad is a client of Platinum Estates. All his friends are talking about it. I’m not dating a racist, classist loser. We’re done. I’m coming by tomorrow to pick up my stuff. Don’t be here.”
She hung up before he could say a word. Julian stared at his phone, his mouth hanging open, before he threw it across the room, it shattering against the wall.
