dots by Angie M Brashears & Jessica Hildreth

Author:Angie M Brashears & Jessica Hildreth [Brashears, Angie M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-01T23:00:00+00:00

Mason

I know she’s crying. Shit, if I was in her shoes, I’d be crying nonstop. I feel like bawling now, but that’s not what she needs from me. I’m just some asshole that barely knows her. My tears are just a drop in the bucket. After fifteen minutes, I don’t know what to do with myself.

I check my emails. There’re two that need my attention. The accountants’ and my lawyers’. I’m sure it’s about the same thing. I decide to call the lawyers back. I might need legal advice to deal with the damn accountants.

My lawyers want to discuss tax exemption. Are they still trying for this? I told them to drop it. I call their office. My new Number 1 doesn’t answer. Now I get a partner. Shit, I don’t even know Number 1’s name to ask about him.

“Where’s, uh…” When he cuts in, I step to the side, hoping he’ll take over.

“Mark Liner?”

That’s the one. “Yeah, I thought I promoted him. Is he already taking time off?”

“Uh, Mason, he’s a junior partner. There’s no way he’s going to head up your multimillion-dollar account.” He adds a chuckle on the end, like I’m some kind of bumpkin.

“If you’d like to keep this multimillion-dollar account, he will.” I don’t say anymore. Just stare at Chloe’s empty futon.

“Hold, please.”

I don’t know why I’m fighting so hard to get Liner on the phone and back as head of my case. What’s so special about him? Up until two minutes ago, I didn’t even know his name, just called him Lawyer Number 1. That’s how pompous I am.

Even though he was sweating his balls off, he showed gumption. Fought the network and got me Mia. For the interview and for my personal enjoyment. Then another thought occurs. Of course he was sweating bullets! He’s a fucking junior partner! Barely a lawyer. Hasn’t even got the training wheels off yet, and I had him in there, fighting the network execs. No wonder.

When he picks up the phone, I vow I’ll go easy on him.

“Mark here, Mr. Dixon.”

“Where the fuck where you, Liner? Jerking off in the ladies?” At least I’m grinning as I listen to him flounder.

“No. I use the men’s room for that. Fewer restraining orders to appeal.”

“Tou-ché. I just told your boss you’re my number one guy. Now act like it and find out why your firm felt the need to bother me on my vacation.”

“Sorry about that, Mason.”

I hear whispered instructions, papers being thumbed through, more whispers. “What’s going on over there?” I blow out an impatient breath, but then my guy steps up to the plate.

Annoyed, he says, “Hold on.” Louder, to the whisperers and low talkers, he yells. “Hey, guys, I’m trying to have a conversation here. Clear the room now.” A door opens and shuts.

Still no sign of Chloe when he comes back on.

“I don’t know if my promotion is gonna last longer than this phone call. Mason, we heard back from the IRS. Your tax exempt status…has been approved.

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