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doubt more bad news.
That reminded
me, I needed to hire my own lawyer.
The thought of
hiring a lawyer to countersue or defend myself against my long-time best
friend…it felt like it ripped another hole in my heart…
I wasn’t in
good shape when I looked at the caller ID screen.
It was my Mom.
My Mom…I hadn’t
talked to her in years and years…not since I had started my own business.
I picked up the
phone.
“Katy?” said my
Mom.
We had
certainly had our fair share of arguments…bitter arguments that had never come
to an end…but still it was good to hear her voice.
“It’s me, Mom,”
I said, my voice quavering a little.
“It’s so good
to hear your voice, Katy,” said my Mom. It sounded like she was crying. Her
voice was trembling, and she was making small sobbing sounds. I knew something
had happened. She wouldn’t have called me unless something very serious had
happened. She wasn’t the type of person to call just to chat, especially
considering that we hadn’t talked in so long.
“Katy, it’s
your father. I’m sorry…he passed away this morning.”
11. COLTON
Colton parked
his truck in the parking lot. He had ridden his motorcycle for a few hours the
night before in the darkness before turning to the hotel parking lot and
putting it back on his truck.
He had visited
the hotel room where Katy slept once…to look at her beautiful sleeping body…her
face…he knew that she meant something to him. But he wasn’t sure what. It had
been so long since he had felt this way about a woman…and he wasn’t actually
sure he had ever experienced these types of feelings before.
But he was scared…he
would barely admit the fear to himself. But he was shaking when he left the key
card on the desk and slunk out the door, quietly so as not to wake her up.
He locked the
door to his pickup and went into the restaurant.
“I’m meeting a
Mr. Whitecliff for lunch,” he said to the first waiter he could find. The
waiter was wearing a full suit and tie.
It was a very
fancy restaurant.
Looking around,
Colton noticed that he was completely underdressed. This was one of the
fanciest restaurants in downtown Houston, where the elite dined.
The waiter made
a slightly sour face on seeing Colton’s jeans and button down shirt, his messy
hair, his tattoos, and his multi-day beard growth.
But he was the consummate
professional, and merely said, “Follow me. This way, sir. Mr. Whitecliff has
been expecting you.”
When he got to
the table, Mr. Whitecliff was sitting there waiting, fiddling with a gold
watch.
He stood up
immediately.
“Colton, so
nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Nice to meet
you too, Mr. Whitecliff. Thanks so much for flying in to meet me. It really
means a lot.”
“Please, call
me Cambridge. Well, your friend spoke very highly of you. And you seem like
just the sort of client that I’ve been looking for, for quite a while. I
believe that we could both have a great and mutually beneficial partnership
ahead of us. We can earn a lot of money.”
“Sounds great,
Cambridge,” said Colton, taking a seat.
“Can I get you
gentleman something to drink?” said the waiter, making a little obsequious
gesture with his hands, and scrunching his small mealy mouth into something
resembling a smile.
“A mescal for
me,” said Cambridge.
“A beer for me,
whatever you have,” said Colton.
“We only carry
imported beers, sir,” said the waiter.
“Whatever,”
said Colton. “That’ll be fine.”
“As you wish
sir,” said the waiter, turning to leave.
“Well, Colton,
let’s get right down to business, shall we?”
“Sure.”
“I believe you
know something of my reputation? I have worked with some clients who are now
very famous. I have unique methods. They may seem strange at first, but you
must trust that I know what I’m doing. I always get the result I’m looking for.
All that I ask is that you do everything I say, without
That reminded
me, I needed to hire my own lawyer.
The thought of
hiring a lawyer to countersue or defend myself against my long-time best
friend…it felt like it ripped another hole in my heart…
I wasn’t in
good shape when I looked at the caller ID screen.
It was my Mom.
My Mom…I hadn’t
talked to her in years and years…not since I had started my own business.
I picked up the
phone.
“Katy?” said my
Mom.
We had
certainly had our fair share of arguments…bitter arguments that had never come
to an end…but still it was good to hear her voice.
“It’s me, Mom,”
I said, my voice quavering a little.
“It’s so good
to hear your voice, Katy,” said my Mom. It sounded like she was crying. Her
voice was trembling, and she was making small sobbing sounds. I knew something
had happened. She wouldn’t have called me unless something very serious had
happened. She wasn’t the type of person to call just to chat, especially
considering that we hadn’t talked in so long.
“Katy, it’s
your father. I’m sorry…he passed away this morning.”
11. COLTON
Colton parked
his truck in the parking lot. He had ridden his motorcycle for a few hours the
night before in the darkness before turning to the hotel parking lot and
putting it back on his truck.
He had visited
the hotel room where Katy slept once…to look at her beautiful sleeping body…her
face…he knew that she meant something to him. But he wasn’t sure what. It had
been so long since he had felt this way about a woman…and he wasn’t actually
sure he had ever experienced these types of feelings before.
But he was scared…he
would barely admit the fear to himself. But he was shaking when he left the key
card on the desk and slunk out the door, quietly so as not to wake her up.
He locked the
door to his pickup and went into the restaurant.
“I’m meeting a
Mr. Whitecliff for lunch,” he said to the first waiter he could find. The
waiter was wearing a full suit and tie.
It was a very
fancy restaurant.
Looking around,
Colton noticed that he was completely underdressed. This was one of the
fanciest restaurants in downtown Houston, where the elite dined.
The waiter made
a slightly sour face on seeing Colton’s jeans and button down shirt, his messy
hair, his tattoos, and his multi-day beard growth.
But he was the consummate
professional, and merely said, “Follow me. This way, sir. Mr. Whitecliff has
been expecting you.”
When he got to
the table, Mr. Whitecliff was sitting there waiting, fiddling with a gold
watch.
He stood up
immediately.
“Colton, so
nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Nice to meet
you too, Mr. Whitecliff. Thanks so much for flying in to meet me. It really
means a lot.”
“Please, call
me Cambridge. Well, your friend spoke very highly of you. And you seem like
just the sort of client that I’ve been looking for, for quite a while. I
believe that we could both have a great and mutually beneficial partnership
ahead of us. We can earn a lot of money.”
“Sounds great,
Cambridge,” said Colton, taking a seat.
“Can I get you
gentleman something to drink?” said the waiter, making a little obsequious
gesture with his hands, and scrunching his small mealy mouth into something
resembling a smile.
“A mescal for
me,” said Cambridge.
“A beer for me,
whatever you have,” said Colton.
“We only carry
imported beers, sir,” said the waiter.
“Whatever,”
said Colton. “That’ll be fine.”
“As you wish
sir,” said the waiter, turning to leave.
“Well, Colton,
let’s get right down to business, shall we?”
“Sure.”
“I believe you
know something of my reputation? I have worked with some clients who are now
very famous. I have unique methods. They may seem strange at first, but you
must trust that I know what I’m doing. I always get the result I’m looking for.
All that I ask is that you do everything I say, without
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