This is killing me.
After their brief conversation, Willa thanks the caller and hangs up. “Well, it’s worse than I thought.”
“What?” I’m leaning over my chair, almost in her lap.
“She had notations from her call to McAllister in my file. She said she’d spoken to Gail.”
“And?” Jason’s got his pen at the ready.
“Gail told her that I was terminated for inappropriate sexual advances toward my boss.”
“What. The. Actual. Fuck?”
“Wow.” Jason’s face looks like stone. “Unbelievable.” He scoffs. “I’m a lawyer. I’ve heard a lot of appalling stories but that’s bullsh—crap.”
“It’s fucking ridiculous. I want to kick Mac’s ass myself.”
“No.” Willa’s hand touches my arm. “You’re not doing that.”
“What do you want to do, Willa?” Jason directs his question at her. “How do you want to handle this? Because I’m all in. I hate shit like this. It makes my blood boil.”
“What’s the first step?”
“A letter to McAllister’s attorney.”
ChapterThirty-Four
WILLA
I can’t believeI just hired an attorney. I know it’s the right thing to do, but part of me is worried this is all going to backfire. Will I be marked as a problem employee from now on?
What am I saying? I’d have to have a job for that to be the case.
Will I have to tell any future potential employers that I sued the last one?
That might be a good question for Jason the next time we speak. I don’t think that’s the case, but I’d like to know.
“What’s next?”
I’m pulled from my thoughts by Hudson’s voice. His kind, sexy voice. We went to lunch at a nice restaurant close to Jason’s office. As we walked to our table, several people stood up to shake his hand. Each time, he’d introduce me like this. “I’d like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Willa Clariday.” I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that.
Of course, a couple of people looked me up and down and frowned, but I didn’t care. I’ve got enough to worry about right now, so caring what these people think of me is last on the list. I’m over it.
“Can we do a little shopping?” And by that, I meanverylittle. I just need some simple black slacks to wear to a meeting I have scheduled for tomorrow.
“Absolutely.”
I direct him to Watertower Place, a mall in the heart of Chicago.
“As you wish.” As Hudson flicks on his turn signal to take a right down Michigan Avenue, I giggle at the reference to one of my favorite movies.
“I love that movie.”
“What movie?”
“The Princess Bride.”
“Hm.”
