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Which is only a step away from believing that Lucas is right.
There are certainly things in this world that are worse than Lucas actually being right about the construction and the codes but I’m having a very hard time coming up with any of them.
Did I mention worse?
Yeah, that’s when I see the lawyers pull up. I groan as they get out of their cars. Since Lucas is pointing something out with theweatherstripping or something, I’m stuck there alone. “What do you want?” I ask when they’re close enough.
“Look, Maddy,” Norman says.
“Miss Charles.”
He ignores that and says, “We’ve been patient but you really need to deal with this.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t possible right now,” Lucas says. “We’re in the middle of a meeting. You’ll need to schedule one of your own. Good afternoon, gentleman.”
I hate being dramatic but I swear I could kiss him right then and there.
Damn it, I could probably drop to my knees and give him a blowjob!
Chapter Seven
Lucas
One of the Poindexter lawyers glares at me. “Look, Mr. Adams, we need to address this now.”
“And where’s your ring, Maddy,” the other one says.
“Miss Charles has already made it clear to you that you are not to address her by that name,” I say, taking a step forward. The lawyer looks terrified, which is exactly what I want. “If you call her that again, you’re going to picking up teeth off the concrete.”
He says, very weakly, “I’d sue you for everything you have.”
“Then you might want to wait until Miss Charles and I are married because until then, you really don’t have anything to get from me. I spent most of my net worth on the ring and that belongs to Miss Charles now.” I turn to the other one. “As for where it is, you vulture, it’s in the glove compartment of Miss Charles car.”
“What? Why would it?—”
“Since you’ve never done a day of work in your life,” I say, “you wouldn’t understand someone taking off a valuable ringwhen she’s getting her hands dirty. It’s probably a little too much for you to handle.”
“Okay, okay,” the slightly older one says, lifting up his hands. “I want to apologize for how this has become, well, negative and mean-spirited. Let’s take a step back. We aren’t trying to offend Miss Charles or you. Emotions are just running high.”
“Apology accepted. Now run along so the three of us can have our inspection meeting.”
“But Mr. Adams,” he says, “we need to deal with this now. It’s all very complicated. You wouldn’t understand some of it but it’s important that you let us handle it.”
“Oh, I see,” I say. “I guess you deal with a lot of complicated things. Is this one as complicated as a fee audit?” Their eyes register surprised but not worry.
Yet.
“Because I understand fee audits. Is it as complicated as a client trust account audit? I understand that, too. Is it as complicated as a forensic accounting audit of managed endowments, annuities, and mutual funds? I understand those, too. Is it as complicated as conservatorship of a fiduciary entity during litigation? I’m pretty familiar with that, too.”
“Are you threatening me?” this is the second one again.
“A threat? If I were threatening it would involve telling you that all of those things will happen if you don’t back away from Miss Charles right now. That would be extortion, in fact. I didn’t do any of that, though. I’m just trying to gauge the level of complication we’re talking about here.”
“So, you expect me to believe you’re not threatening to do those things?”
“I don’t care if you believe me or not. I’m not threatening you. I can’t.”
“What? What does that even mean?”
