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I slipped into the backseat of the taxi. “Courthouse, please.”
The driver nodded and eased into the road as my sister started rambling a million miles a second. “I mean, I never actually thought he’d give me the job. Him. Mr. Drake. The bad boy of Los Angeles. He’s notorious for being picky as hell with who caters his annual banquet, and they chose me. Can you believe it? I mean, I’m a nobody on their spectrum. I’m the crumb beneath the sole of their patent leather shoes. And they fucking. Chose. Me.”
I smiled as I leaned back against the stained seats of my ride. “That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.”
“Ugh, I can’t actually believe it. I just got done confirming the time and date, and it’s like I’m in a dream. I’m not dreaming, am I? I’m not in your dream, or something?”
I snickered. “No, neither of us are dreaming.”
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”
I held the phone away from my ear again. “Let me know when you’re done.”
And when her squealing stopped, I brought the phone back to my ear once more.
“Oh, thank you for letting me get that out. I couldn’t focus at all after that phone call,” Emily said.
“So,” I sighed, “Dominik Drake. You know he’s an asshole, right?”
“Psh. Who cares? He’s an asshole who’s about to pay me three-quarters-of-a-million dollars for one night of work. He can be as much of a dick as he wants.”
I rolled my eyes. “Guess rich assholes can get away with it.”
“Well, he’s hot too, which helps.”
“Seriously, Em? That’s not super vapid or anything.”
“Oh, cut me some slack.” She said, “Not all of us can be morally angelic fancy-pants lawyers.”
“I’m far from angelic and hardly a fancy-pants anything. I don’t even own my own firm.”
“I don’t even own my own firm,” she mocked, “see what you sound like?”
“Hey, at least you own your own business. I still work for ‘the man.’”
She paused. “You’re employed by an all-woman firm.”
I scoffed. “Funsucker.”
She giggled. “We should go out and celebrate tonight.”
“Or,” I said as the taxi came to a stop at the last stoplight before the courthouse, “you could start cooking up menus because I know you’re already panicking about it, and then we can taste-test them together.”
“You’re the best, you know that? See you at seven?”
I nodded. “I’ll be there. I gotta go, though. Duty calls.”
“Go kick the man’s ass! Whoo!”
I shook my head and laughed, “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I handed some cash to the driver before he could count it. I didn’t know how much I had handed him, and I honestly didn’t care. Time was of the essence, and I had to catch Judge Donovan before he locked up his office for the day.
And just my luck, he was coming out of the courthouse just as I ascended the steps.
“Well, well, well,” I said as I approached him.
