Page 83 of Redemption

Sighing, she nods as he scurries to the elevator. “He’s a little too eager, isn’t he?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

She leads him into a large office, and he looks around, spinning in a small circle and takes everything in. He clearly went into the wrong branch of the law. “He’s new. My old assistant got a new job with his husband, and he left me. I think I’m being too harsh on him because he’s not Gavin. But I loved Gavin.”

“You have an assistant. You must be pretty important.”

“Well, I did make partner,” she says with a smirk. “What can I do for you? Is everything okay with Ashley?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. I was hoping I could talk to you about me, actually. I don’t know how this works since I’m not really part of the club, and you work with them.”

Her hands fold on her desk, and she tilts her head slightly. “Are you trying to go after them for something?”

“God, no.”

“Okay then, why don’t you tell me what you need, and we can go from there?”

He watches her, and her body language gives nothing away. There’s no doubt she’s good in a courtroom. And poker. “I got fired today.”

“What?” Her demure demeanor fades, and she stares at him with eyes wide in shock. “Why?”

“Because I got shot. Apparently, I pose a risk to the rest of the department because I’m in love with Ashley. My ties to the club bring questions about my loyalty.”

Sucking in her cheeks, she breathes deeply through her nose. “Is that right?”

“I’ve given my all to that department. When Julian and Travis were pushed out with the ATF in town, I was the one inside working to get things back on track. When I was hired by the Sheriff’s Department after they were removed, I helped cover up some of the shit they did to help expedite their reinstatements.”

“Do you have your contract with you?”

Pulling it out of the folder he carries, he hands it to her. One of the few times he’s thankful for being such a Type A personality. “Here.”

“What’s your end game? You want to sue the department for wrongful termination?”

“I want my job back,” he says. “I have goals and plans, and this is just wrong.”

“I’d rather sue them because they’ve become a major pain in my ass lately, but we can do it your way,” she says.

Her eyes read over the contract, and she grabs a pad of sticky notes. Placing them on the pages, she scribbles down notes, and her face slowly turns into a frown.

“I don’t know how I feel about the face you have on right now,” Grayson says.

“So, I have some bad news.”

“What?”

Handing the pages back to him, she points to the section with a yellow sticky note right above it. “This gives them the ability to remove you from your position without warning. As long as it’s not due to discrimination, there’s nothing you can do.”

“Isn’t firing me because of who I’m dating considered discrimination?”

“Well, the motorcycle club isn’t a protected group of people, but in theory, yes, it shows discrimination. But if we go after them for that, it opens a door I don’t know would be beneficial for you to open.”

“Why not?”

Sighing, she gives him a sad smile. “Because Julian and Travis are privy to what happened with the ATF. You purposely worked against the government to help out the club. They benefited as well, but they could use this against you. Possibly get the ATF to press charges if they can prove conspiracy.”

“Fuck.”

“Can I make a suggestion?”

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