Page 18 of Wynns of Change
“You’re welcome. What’s up?”
“My attorney and I have gone over the petition.”
“Good. Although I don’t understand all the legal mumbo jumbo, I know you’re required to respond to the petition. I have my financial papers ready to go. I’m sure you do, as well.”
“I do.”
“So, we can keep the ball rolling and move forward with going our separate ways.”
“Except for the manager agreement, which is valid until next year,” he reminded her.
“I haven’t forgotten.” Harlow didn’t elaborate, having made the calculated decision to get through the divorce beforenegotiating with him to end the agreement. With input from her publicist, she had already narrowed down the list of potential managers to two, both highly-respected women in their field.
All she had to do was meet with them in person, to get a feel for their personalities and figure out if they would work well together. Because the professional management circle was fairly small, Harlow had already met both in passing. Her biggest fear was she only had one shot at choosing a replacement, and she needed to get it right the first time.
Robert’s voice grew muffled, and Harlow could tell he was on the move. Pacing. Always pacing.
“Where are you?”
“At my father’s house.”
“For how long?”
“I’m not sure. Why?”
“You’ll need to remove your belongings from the properties,” Robert said.
“I have until the closing and the new owners get the keys to take what I want. As far as the furnishings are concerned, I won’t be needing them. Feel free to move them to your new place or leave them as an added incentive to potential buyers.”
“You don’t want the works of art, the pieces we picked up from our travels?”
“Only a few. I figured a fresh start would be best.”No sense in dragging old memories into my start-over life,she silently added.
“The real estate agent who listed the New York apartment already has a serious buyer. It looks like we might have an offer soon.”
“Wonderful. One down, two to go,” Harlow quipped.
“I’m flying to New York first thing tomorrow morning. I was thinking…”
“Thinking what?” Harlow prompted.
“About stopping by to see you.”
She tightened her grip on the phone, her mind whirling. Why did Robert want to see her? “Is there an issue with the petition? We can discuss it now to keep things moving.”
“Not necessarily.” He hurried on. “I was hoping to talk to you face to face.”
“You’ve been avoiding me ever since my accident,” she said bluntly.
“I don’t blame you for being angry. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
She briefly closed her eyes. His tone was apologetic, contrite. Maybe it would help ensure he didn’t give her a hard time about the petition. Signed, sealed, delivered. That was the end goal. “I’m here.”
“Great. I’ll finish booking my flight and let you know what time I’ll be there.”
“See you then.” Harlow ended the call and walked out of the bedroom. Robert wasn’t “dropping by.” Something was up.
“Morning Harlow.” Her father sat at the kitchen bar, a bowl of cereal in front of him. He did a double take, noting the troubled look on her face. “Is everything all right?”
