could do more, but I can’t. I’m only one person working for four attorneys in a piece of crap law firm. No o ffense.”
“None taken,” I said and tried to get myself together. I had to be in court in less than an hour. “Look, money is e xtremely tight right now. I can’t hire anyone else just yet.”
“Then make that woman out there do her job,” Craig d emanded as he handed me the very file I was looking for.
“I’ll try, but I don’t want to push her out the door. No one else will work for what I’m paying her.”
“Maybe if you were paying her more money she would care a little more,” Craig said walking to the door. “Just saying.”
The moment Craig stepped out of my office, Kacey pounced on him, yelling at him about not minding his own business, the usual pleasantries between the two young emplo yees. A moment later as I walked back through the reception area, I snapped at the pair to stop arguing and get back to work. That’s all I needed was for one of my current clients to walk in and find a morning brawl.
Court wasn’t too much better later. I lost good ground on what I thought was a very strong case in my client’s favor. I should have been prepared for what the opposing counsel had up their sleeve, but admittedly I was distracted by many things – Claire and the busted condom fiasco, Emmy and her nigh tmares and wondering how my son was involved, the state of the office and wondering how the hell we were going to stay afloat if I had to keep turning people away and my current clients weren’t exactly rolling in the dough.
Later that night after Lucas was in bed, I sat on the living room couch looking towards the kitchen where Emmy was cleaning up. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear the hum of the dishwasher, the water running in the sink, and occasionally I’d hear a light cough or a sigh. I never cared to know what was g oing on in her head before, but now I was dying to get between her ears and know the things she knew, to relive what she lived when I was not there.
I was angry that Lucas was possibly hurt. The anger ran deep, contending with my dark emotions regarding the time I missed of his life because of Emmy’s foolish decisions. I was angry for my son, but I would be the biggest douche bag in Chicago if I wasn’t also angry for Emmy. Regardless of what she did to me, if Kyle Sterling physically hurt her, I wanted to personally break every bone in his smug body. I wanted him to hurt her, I really did, but not with his hands. I only had wanted her to feel the same emotional pain I had felt after I pulled my head out of the sand and faced the fact that she was not only truly screwing Kyle, but it didn’t appear that she was going to stop. I did not want her to suffer any physical abuse, and admittedly, I was still a douche bag for wanting her to suffer at all.
Emmy stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her wet hands on her jeans as she took a look around the living room and di ning area to make sure everything was cleaned up. She did not look at me or say anything to me before disappearing into the room for the night. Up until this point, this was our version of normal and I was okay with normal. This time it wasn’t sitting well with me and I didn’t know what to do about it.
I did what any grown ass man would do in my position. I went to my big sister’s for some hot chocolate and a dose of harsh, cold reality.
*~~~*
On my way to Lena’s I dialed Claire at her office. She always worked late on Tuesdays. I wanted to make sure that she was okay, but I especially wanted to make sure that she went to the pharmacy like she said she would, but she didn’t answer. It was possible she was very busy or even in a late meeting, so I didn’t call back. I was going to trust that she did what she said she would do and not put us in a potentially dire situation.
I let myself into Lena’s like I did that night after I met Lucas for the first time. This time she
“None taken,” I said and tried to get myself together. I had to be in court in less than an hour. “Look, money is e xtremely tight right now. I can’t hire anyone else just yet.”
“Then make that woman out there do her job,” Craig d emanded as he handed me the very file I was looking for.
“I’ll try, but I don’t want to push her out the door. No one else will work for what I’m paying her.”
“Maybe if you were paying her more money she would care a little more,” Craig said walking to the door. “Just saying.”
The moment Craig stepped out of my office, Kacey pounced on him, yelling at him about not minding his own business, the usual pleasantries between the two young emplo yees. A moment later as I walked back through the reception area, I snapped at the pair to stop arguing and get back to work. That’s all I needed was for one of my current clients to walk in and find a morning brawl.
Court wasn’t too much better later. I lost good ground on what I thought was a very strong case in my client’s favor. I should have been prepared for what the opposing counsel had up their sleeve, but admittedly I was distracted by many things – Claire and the busted condom fiasco, Emmy and her nigh tmares and wondering how my son was involved, the state of the office and wondering how the hell we were going to stay afloat if I had to keep turning people away and my current clients weren’t exactly rolling in the dough.
Later that night after Lucas was in bed, I sat on the living room couch looking towards the kitchen where Emmy was cleaning up. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear the hum of the dishwasher, the water running in the sink, and occasionally I’d hear a light cough or a sigh. I never cared to know what was g oing on in her head before, but now I was dying to get between her ears and know the things she knew, to relive what she lived when I was not there.
I was angry that Lucas was possibly hurt. The anger ran deep, contending with my dark emotions regarding the time I missed of his life because of Emmy’s foolish decisions. I was angry for my son, but I would be the biggest douche bag in Chicago if I wasn’t also angry for Emmy. Regardless of what she did to me, if Kyle Sterling physically hurt her, I wanted to personally break every bone in his smug body. I wanted him to hurt her, I really did, but not with his hands. I only had wanted her to feel the same emotional pain I had felt after I pulled my head out of the sand and faced the fact that she was not only truly screwing Kyle, but it didn’t appear that she was going to stop. I did not want her to suffer any physical abuse, and admittedly, I was still a douche bag for wanting her to suffer at all.
Emmy stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her wet hands on her jeans as she took a look around the living room and di ning area to make sure everything was cleaned up. She did not look at me or say anything to me before disappearing into the room for the night. Up until this point, this was our version of normal and I was okay with normal. This time it wasn’t sitting well with me and I didn’t know what to do about it.
I did what any grown ass man would do in my position. I went to my big sister’s for some hot chocolate and a dose of harsh, cold reality.
*~~~*
On my way to Lena’s I dialed Claire at her office. She always worked late on Tuesdays. I wanted to make sure that she was okay, but I especially wanted to make sure that she went to the pharmacy like she said she would, but she didn’t answer. It was possible she was very busy or even in a late meeting, so I didn’t call back. I was going to trust that she did what she said she would do and not put us in a potentially dire situation.
I let myself into Lena’s like I did that night after I met Lucas for the first time. This time she
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