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interjected. “You know; you can’t ask him that. He’s not your client. He’s my client. He’ll probably be the last client I’ll ever have the way he keeps jacking everything up. I don’t know the particulars of how you three Christian Dior sock puppets got here, but I’m willing to bet, it’s not because of your brains.” Kelly was an equal opportunity offender. She didn’t care who you were or what your station in life was, if she didn’t like you right away, she was never going to like you and she was going to make sure you knew it.
“What my sexy little attorney is trying to say,” I started as a collective sigh interrupted me, “is I hired you because I knew the police would come after Hillary. They don’t have any proof I did anything to Stephanie. I can guarantee it because I didn’t do anything to her. When the school principal called me and told me a couple of detectives had come around asking questions about Hillary, I knew she would be blindsided, so I called you, and here we are.”
Hillary stood up and looked out the window. “And, there they are.”
I heard them before I saw them. The familiar desperate hum of their voices told me the media had gotten wind of my latest scandal and were chomping at the bit to get their claws into me and make me front page news -- again. “The media?” I asked.
“Sure looks like it. Now what? What did you drag me into?” she asked.
Chapter Nine – Hillary
“I said, have some fun, not get yourself suspended. What in the holy heck happened that night?” Felicia was just as surprised by all this as I was.
I shrugged, tears streaming down my face, smearing what little makeup I wore. “I wish I knew. E.J.’s attorney -- a little hothead with attitude up the ying yang -- tried to explain it to me, but it still makes no sense. I don’t live in that world, so maybe I’m not supposed to understand how it works, but it sounds like EJ’s ex-wife has a vendetta against him and is trying to do whatever she can to make him lose custody of Edge.”
“And, what? She’s coming after you now? That’s not right. You didn’t have anything to do with their relationship. Do I need to make a phone call? If I do, I can end this shit right now,” Felicia offered.
I laughed.
“All I have to do is call my cousin. He’ll come down here and take care of it for you. I swear, E.J won’t know what hit him,” Felicia promised.
Scrubbing the tears from my eyes, I teased her. “What are you? From the hood now? Don’t say stuff like that. People will think you’re crazy. I’m going to figure this out. I’ve been through worse, right? I mean, it’s not like I did anything wrong. I don’t know Stephanie, EJ’s ex-wife. She shouldn’t have any beef with me.”
Felicia clicked her tongue at me. “And you think I sound like a hood rat, Miss I-don’t-have-beef?”
As much as I wanted to engage in a back and forth with her and our special blend of insults, I couldn’t. I’d struggled with a massive headache the size of one big football player who thought he was someone special and a heart that had been running a marathon since the moment officers showed up at my job yesterday.
“Okay,” Felicia changed her tone. “Let’s find something to keep you occupied until Cantor gets himself together and realizes you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know how many times police detectives have come to the school to talk to me. This is Chicago, not an amusement park. Police are always hanging out at schools. First, you need to clean this place up. Since when did you stop cleaning house?” She looked around at the detritus of the colossal temper tantrum I threw last night after I left the attorney’s office.
“I do clean house. It’s been a little stressful lately, so I haven’t had time to do much of anything. In fact, I still have unpacked boxes in my bedroom. The way it looks, I
“What my sexy little attorney is trying to say,” I started as a collective sigh interrupted me, “is I hired you because I knew the police would come after Hillary. They don’t have any proof I did anything to Stephanie. I can guarantee it because I didn’t do anything to her. When the school principal called me and told me a couple of detectives had come around asking questions about Hillary, I knew she would be blindsided, so I called you, and here we are.”
Hillary stood up and looked out the window. “And, there they are.”
I heard them before I saw them. The familiar desperate hum of their voices told me the media had gotten wind of my latest scandal and were chomping at the bit to get their claws into me and make me front page news -- again. “The media?” I asked.
“Sure looks like it. Now what? What did you drag me into?” she asked.
Chapter Nine – Hillary
“I said, have some fun, not get yourself suspended. What in the holy heck happened that night?” Felicia was just as surprised by all this as I was.
I shrugged, tears streaming down my face, smearing what little makeup I wore. “I wish I knew. E.J.’s attorney -- a little hothead with attitude up the ying yang -- tried to explain it to me, but it still makes no sense. I don’t live in that world, so maybe I’m not supposed to understand how it works, but it sounds like EJ’s ex-wife has a vendetta against him and is trying to do whatever she can to make him lose custody of Edge.”
“And, what? She’s coming after you now? That’s not right. You didn’t have anything to do with their relationship. Do I need to make a phone call? If I do, I can end this shit right now,” Felicia offered.
I laughed.
“All I have to do is call my cousin. He’ll come down here and take care of it for you. I swear, E.J won’t know what hit him,” Felicia promised.
Scrubbing the tears from my eyes, I teased her. “What are you? From the hood now? Don’t say stuff like that. People will think you’re crazy. I’m going to figure this out. I’ve been through worse, right? I mean, it’s not like I did anything wrong. I don’t know Stephanie, EJ’s ex-wife. She shouldn’t have any beef with me.”
Felicia clicked her tongue at me. “And you think I sound like a hood rat, Miss I-don’t-have-beef?”
As much as I wanted to engage in a back and forth with her and our special blend of insults, I couldn’t. I’d struggled with a massive headache the size of one big football player who thought he was someone special and a heart that had been running a marathon since the moment officers showed up at my job yesterday.
“Okay,” Felicia changed her tone. “Let’s find something to keep you occupied until Cantor gets himself together and realizes you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know how many times police detectives have come to the school to talk to me. This is Chicago, not an amusement park. Police are always hanging out at schools. First, you need to clean this place up. Since when did you stop cleaning house?” She looked around at the detritus of the colossal temper tantrum I threw last night after I left the attorney’s office.
“I do clean house. It’s been a little stressful lately, so I haven’t had time to do much of anything. In fact, I still have unpacked boxes in my bedroom. The way it looks, I
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