Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

CHAPTER ONE
PLACE DE FURSTENBERG, PARIS
Scheherazade padded into the gleaming, state-of-the-art kitchen of her apartment in
Saint-Germain, lifted the lid from her frying pan, and put a finger on the crust. Not ready
yet. She put the lid over the pan again, went back into her dressing room, and took off her
sheer ruffled Delpozo blouse. She had just returned from a party at the loft of a fashion
photography couple, where the former pastry chef at Noma had cooked up the most
elaborate feast ever, but all through the dinner, Scheherazade only dreamed of getting
back to her place, heating up some two-day-old pizza in her frying pan, * opening a bottle
of red wine, and catching up on The Walking Dead.
Changing into her pajamas, she brought the plate of pizza into her living room, sank
down into her gray suede sofa, turned on her television, and selected the latest episode.
As her favorite show began to play, the dialogue was suddenly drowned out by the sound
of muffled music outside her window. Scheherazade turned up the volume on her TV,
hoping to drown out the noise, but it only got louder. Cars started honking on the street
and a neighbor could be heard screaming out his window.
Getting annoyed, Scheherazade paused the show, walked over to her balcony, and
opened the glass-paned doors. Suddenly the full force of the music flooded her ears, and
as Scheherazade peered over her railing, she saw the most curious sight. Carlton Bao was
standing on the roof of a Range Rover parked outside her building, holding up a boom box
that was blasting Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes.”
“Carlton! What the hell are you doing?” Scheherazade shouted down at him, absolutely
mortified.
“I’m trying to get your attention!” Carlton shouted back.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to listen to me. I want you to know that I’m not some reckless killer! The
only thing I’m guilty of is falling—”
“What? Turn down the music! I can’t hear you!”
Carlton refused to turn down the music, but yelled louder, “I said the only thing I’m
guilty of is falling in love with yo—”