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Authors: Clementine Roux, Penelope Silva
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horrified looks on their faces. Two of the three were sweating profusely while the other held his head in his hands.
I looked over at the trio, the high paid legal eagles, and said, “Calm the hell down. This is every day for me. Welcome to my life.”
Kelly wasn’t through with me yet; I could tell by the look in her beady little eyes. But she was also very protective of me and wasn’t about to let a group of vultures pass judgment on me and my circumstances. While she huffed and puffed her way back to some semblance of decorum, she turned her attention to the paperwork that was strewn across the table in front of her.
Hillary, however, wasn’t done at all. I couldn’t blame her for being angry. She had gotten thrown into this unexpectedly, but I had no doubt that in the end, she’d come around and understand, I was only trying to protect her. I knew the way Stephanie operated. I knew she’d eventually pull an elaborate stunt to make me look bad. I hadn’t expected she’d accuse me of assaulting her. Again.
A few months before we got married, she’d accused me of assaulting her. She’d told so many lies, I couldn’t quite remember which one I was actually accused of, but whatever it was, the media ate it up. I was all over their radar for weeks. They followed my every move. Stephanie hoped it would ruin my career. I was the bad boy football god. I was the one everyone wanted. They called me The Arm and I spent every day of my life trying to live up to the hype surrounding my image. Then, Stephanie started making demands. She wanted me to finance a new strip joint with some questionable characters. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what they were up to and I didn’t want any part of it, so I refused and she found a way to make it look like I hit her. I didn’t, but it took a long time of me having to kiss her ass and play nice before anyone, including the courts, would believe me.
Kelly looked up at me, anger still evident in her eyes and asked, “This isn’t going to be another one of your marriage emergencies, is it?” Her eyes floated over to Hillary.
“Excuse you?” Hillary was still angry.
“No, it’s not like that. Stephanie was a mistake. A huge mistake. I’m not doing that again,” I answered.
She eyed Hillary again. “Good, because that’s the last thing you need. The last time you did that, we ended up here, in this situation. Don’t forget that.”
Ansel, one of the attorneys I’d hired to represent Hillary, cleared his throat. “I don’t mean to be rude, but it would be nice if one of you three would explain to us what in the hell is going on here. What were we hired to do exactly? Who do we work for?”
Kelly slumped back in her seat, releasing the papers she held in her hand into the air. “Welcome to the circus -- the E.J. Razor circus. We don’t have a bearded lady yet, but we sure do have a lot of elephants in the room. By the way, there’s no refunds, so sit your happy ass down and enjoy the show.”
He sank into his seat, taken aback by Kelly’s way with words. “I don’t understand,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Here’s the gist of it as I understand it,” Hillary started, defiantly. “This jerk hired you to represent me without my knowledge or consent. Apparently, while he and I were supposed to be out on our first official date, he managed to sneak off and do God knows what to his ex-wife and was trying to use me as his alibi. I don’t know how he managed it because, and here’s the kicker, we never actually started our date because The Arm, as he’s apparently called, got himself arrested before we stepped foot in the restaurant.”
The attorneys sat with their mouths gaping open.
I nodded, laughing to myself, “Yep, that’s the gist of it alright.”
Ansel sat up straighter in his chair, looking at me and asked, “Did you? Did you manage to get away and assault your ex-wife?”
Kelly
I looked over at the trio, the high paid legal eagles, and said, “Calm the hell down. This is every day for me. Welcome to my life.”
Kelly wasn’t through with me yet; I could tell by the look in her beady little eyes. But she was also very protective of me and wasn’t about to let a group of vultures pass judgment on me and my circumstances. While she huffed and puffed her way back to some semblance of decorum, she turned her attention to the paperwork that was strewn across the table in front of her.
Hillary, however, wasn’t done at all. I couldn’t blame her for being angry. She had gotten thrown into this unexpectedly, but I had no doubt that in the end, she’d come around and understand, I was only trying to protect her. I knew the way Stephanie operated. I knew she’d eventually pull an elaborate stunt to make me look bad. I hadn’t expected she’d accuse me of assaulting her. Again.
A few months before we got married, she’d accused me of assaulting her. She’d told so many lies, I couldn’t quite remember which one I was actually accused of, but whatever it was, the media ate it up. I was all over their radar for weeks. They followed my every move. Stephanie hoped it would ruin my career. I was the bad boy football god. I was the one everyone wanted. They called me The Arm and I spent every day of my life trying to live up to the hype surrounding my image. Then, Stephanie started making demands. She wanted me to finance a new strip joint with some questionable characters. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what they were up to and I didn’t want any part of it, so I refused and she found a way to make it look like I hit her. I didn’t, but it took a long time of me having to kiss her ass and play nice before anyone, including the courts, would believe me.
Kelly looked up at me, anger still evident in her eyes and asked, “This isn’t going to be another one of your marriage emergencies, is it?” Her eyes floated over to Hillary.
“Excuse you?” Hillary was still angry.
“No, it’s not like that. Stephanie was a mistake. A huge mistake. I’m not doing that again,” I answered.
She eyed Hillary again. “Good, because that’s the last thing you need. The last time you did that, we ended up here, in this situation. Don’t forget that.”
Ansel, one of the attorneys I’d hired to represent Hillary, cleared his throat. “I don’t mean to be rude, but it would be nice if one of you three would explain to us what in the hell is going on here. What were we hired to do exactly? Who do we work for?”
Kelly slumped back in her seat, releasing the papers she held in her hand into the air. “Welcome to the circus -- the E.J. Razor circus. We don’t have a bearded lady yet, but we sure do have a lot of elephants in the room. By the way, there’s no refunds, so sit your happy ass down and enjoy the show.”
He sank into his seat, taken aback by Kelly’s way with words. “I don’t understand,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Here’s the gist of it as I understand it,” Hillary started, defiantly. “This jerk hired you to represent me without my knowledge or consent. Apparently, while he and I were supposed to be out on our first official date, he managed to sneak off and do God knows what to his ex-wife and was trying to use me as his alibi. I don’t know how he managed it because, and here’s the kicker, we never actually started our date because The Arm, as he’s apparently called, got himself arrested before we stepped foot in the restaurant.”
The attorneys sat with their mouths gaping open.
I nodded, laughing to myself, “Yep, that’s the gist of it alright.”
Ansel sat up straighter in his chair, looking at me and asked, “Did you? Did you manage to get away and assault your ex-wife?”
Kelly
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