Page 73 of Not that Sea-Rious
Sittingintheconferenceroom of his new lawyer’s office, Beau did his best to keep his leg from bouncing as he waited.Staring at the wall, he refused to check his phone again.It hadn’t rung, beeped, vibrated, or anything else in the last few days.The message was obvious.
Unless…
Maybe she didn’t get the flowers.
No.
Joyce wasn’t like that.She said she’d deliver them.She would.
But…
What if the card fell out?Maybe his note had gotten lost.Unless Joyce read it, she wouldn’t be able to relay the sentiment to Marissa.Who was he kidding?As soon as his back turned, Joyce saw his words.
If it was bad, she would’ve given him feedback.
So, he only hoped maybe a hotel worker took the flowers by accident—threw them out.Either that or the note was lost, and Marissa had no idea he’d sent them or what they meant.
Hanging his head in his hands, he leaned over the table.Now what was he supposed to do?Walking away didn’t feel like the way to go.There was too much potential between him and Marissa.He couldn’t give up.There had to be a way.He’d find it.
Wait.
That didn’t sound right at all.
Scrubbing his hands through his hair, he sighed heavily.This was stalker logic.Beau needed to accept her answer and stop if that was the vibe she put out.There was a fine line between persistence and obsession.
The door creaked as it opened, and Beau snapped straight.Turning, he watched his new lawyer, Matt, enter the room with a folder in his hand.
Goddammit.More revisions.Beau only wanted this to end.He was over it.
“Good to see you, Beau.Sorry to make you wait,” Matt said as he offered a hand.
Beau stood and took hold.After he gave it a brief up and down, he sat again.
In the chair beside him, Matt scooted closer and opened the folder.“Yourformerpartner accepted all our terms.No revisions.”
Beau’s brows rose.“Wait.What?”
Matt nodded and pushed the papers toward him.“See.All signed.”
Befuddled, Beau skimmed the paperwork and saw it was in fact signed and even initialed in all the spots.“No changes?He didn’t ask for anything else?”
Matt shrugged.“Nope.”
“Not even a comment?”Beau asked.
“Nothing was sent over.It’s a deal.Probably the quickest one I’ve ever reached, to be honest.I can only imagine he was just done.”The lawyer offered him a fancy silver pen.
Slowly, Beau accepted it as he flipped through the pages.Jordan hadn’t fought him on any detail.The increased buyout amount, the dissolution of the business, the fact Jordan couldn’t continue under the same name.
Jordan gave Beau everything.
It was all over the moment he signed the papers.His life’s work, all he’d accomplished as an adult, would be wiped away with the stroke of this pen.
Beau eyed the writing implement as though it were made of furry caterpillars.This all felt too simple.Then he snorted at himself.Nothing about this was easy.
“Don’t be so shocked,” Matt said as he interlaced his fingers over his stomach.“You two weren’t that far off.No one made any outlandish demands.You both gave a little to get a lot.Did you want it to be a long, drawn-out chaotic disaster?”
Beau chortled.“You have no idea how messy this is.”
