The length of the contract was for three years unless both parties agreed to negotiate a longer term.
Three years?
She’d been thinking one, two at the most.
She dug out her cell phone, scrolled through her recent contacts, found his number then dialed.
“You read the contract.”
Did he ever engage in niceties?“And there are certain things I don’t like.”
“Have your attorney contact mine.”
She expelled a deep breath.“There are only a few points we need to talk through.I’m sure you can guess what they are.”
“I need to ensure you have adequate time to review the document,” he said.“And you’ll need to have your lawyer look at it.I’m happy to discuss it when we meet tomorrow,” he said.
When she was at his house, worrying that he might secure her to the spanking bench?
“Surely there’s nothing you didn’t expect?”he continued.
After last night, the addendum shouldn’t have surprised her.“Can we meet for coffee?”
“Of course.”
“On second thought, no.”She didn’t want anyone overhearing.She thought about suggesting her office, but she didn’t want her father knowing Connor was in the building.And the idea of going back to his office…
“Thompson has some biscotti for you.”
He couldn’t be serious.
“Two o’clock?”he suggested.“I can have my attorney with me, if you’d like.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Shall I send April?”
He was giving her all sorts of choices, yet she still couldn’t help but feel as if he were totally in control.It unnerved her.
“Lara?”
“Yes.Please do.”
“I look forward to seeing you.”He ended the call.
She sighed.Even when she got what she wanted, it seemed to be on his terms.
Lara printed off a copy of the contract then closed the document.She grabbed a yellow pen to highlight her biggest concerns before putting the packet of papers in her briefcase.
Afterward, she joined her father for a short meeting in his office to set the priorities for the coming week.
“Anything new?”
“No.”
“Nothing back from Connor Donovan?”she asked eventually.
“He’ll come back,” Pernell said, linking two paper clips together.
