I know.
Maybe if you get a cat, then we can meet
Well, now I really should get a cat just so we can finally meet
Don’t get a cat just so you can see me
I mean, what if you hate the cat?
Well, what if the cat hates me?
How could anyone hate you?
You’d be surprised
But what if you like the cat more than me?
Likely possible
Now I’m revisiting this idea
Think about it
Locking my phone, I stuff it into my oversized tote bag and fidget with the ends of my long, blonde hair. I never had nervous tics before. Having been in the spotlight for as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a spine of steel.
Lately? It seems that steel is wavering. Like when I’m sitting in my lawyer’s office.
Floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlook the Nashville skyline. Pinks and oranges fade to dark blues as night creeps in. One of the perks of being a famous pop star? You can meet after hours so people don’t see you coming and going.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been in this office, and it won’t be the last. Meeting after meeting with my lawyer and Eric’s lawyer has gotten us nowhere. The last thing I want is for this to go to trial and become a public fiasco.
Fishing out a piece of gum from my oversized purse, I pop it into my mouth and take a deep breath.
It’s all going to work out.
One of the paralegals, Megan, greets me. “Miss Rose. I apologize for your wait.”
“Not a problem.”
I heft my bag over my shoulder and follow her back to Rebecca’s office. A waterfall feature trickles, the melodic tune echoing around the quiet office.
My lawyer, an older woman with gray hair, is sitting behind her all-glass desk when I enter. In a neat pin-striped suit, she’s not one to mess with.
“Genevieve. Thanks so much for coming in tonight.” She stands, thrusting her hand out to me.
Her corner office looks out over Broadway. People are spilling out of the hockey arena. I wonder when Jasper will head home.
The Knights had an early afternoon game that I watched the beginning of before coming to my meeting.
He didn’t look his best last week, but from what I could tell, he cleaned it up today. The thought of talking to him tonight is the only thing getting me through this meeting right now.
“I appreciate you meeting with me after hours.”
She grins back at me. “For my biggest client? Anything.”
I’m her biggest client?
Considering the fact we’re fighting to get the money owed to me, I don’t know about that.
