Page 33 of A Trial of the Heart
I roughly placed the phone on its receiver before he could respond. I truly thought it was a game, and I wasn’t one to continue playing them.
Knock. Knock.
What in the hell?I thought. My office door had surely been a revolving one today.
“Come in.”
Arthur’s cheap cologne filled my office, almost sending me into a coughing fit before I saw his actual face.
“Got a minute?” He was already stepping inside.
“Kinda busy.” I gestured to all the files that sat on my desk. “But I’m sure a minute is fine,” I added once he sat in the chair.
“How is the case going?”
He surveyed my office with his nose turned into the air. I never got how him and my father were such good friends. They were truly oil and water, never being able to mix.
“This isn’t one we can afford to lose.”
As opposed to all the high-end ones I bailed William from since he sucks so bad?I thought.
“It won’t be a loss, sir.”
“Good.” He looked over his shoulders at the flowers. “New relationship?”
He stood, and when he did, I headed for the flowers.
“No. Just decided to do something nice for myself.” I lied, removing the card that was stuck between the flowers. I had to get the card before him because Arthur had no boundaries, and I wasn’t sure what Rashad had put on the card if anything.
“Hmm. That’s nice. Let’s just focus on the case and less on doing something nice for you, until after the case, or maybe just do it at home.”
“Yup.” I nodded.
“How about giving me a report on where you’re with the case by the end of the week? Works, right?”
We had a few weeks before opening arguments of the trial so him wanting a report so early on was bogus, but everything about him was.
“Works well for me.”
He snickered. “Good day.”
He pulled open my door without closing it after him per usual. Casually walking to the door, I closed it and said a prayer that a way could be made for me to leave the law office. My patience was running thin, and I was tired of being treated like the help. It was time to leave after this case whether I won or had the money for my own space.
Chapter
Sixteen
Rashad:
“Aye, man. Where ya head space?” Kameron asked, prompting me to look up from my phone. I had been scrolling through pictures from the cruise… most of which were of Shiloh.
“I’m here. What you mean?” I questioned in a blasé tone.
He and I were at the final fitting for his wedding tuxedo. Kameron adjusted the jacket to his suit, peering at me through the mirror.
“You here physically but damn sure ain’t emotionally. What’s up?”
I talked to Kameron about most things in my life, but he was about to get married. I didn’t want whatever was happening with me to impede one of the happiest times of his life. “I’m good.” I dismissed.
