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She glanced down, clutching her bag. “Yeah, me too.”
“Well, where do I come in?”
“I haven’t filed for it yet. I’m considering the divorce, but not fully sold on it. Still, I’ve met a couple of lawyers to get ready. I wanted to see if I approve of your idea, and if I do, I’ll wait until he signs the papers to divorce him.”
“That seems awfully generous of you to consider me like that.”
“You seem like a nice man, so I’m giving you a chance.”
“Okay. I’ll gather all my stuff and email it to you,” he said, to buy himself some time. The last thing he wanted was to get in the middle of a marital war.
She tossed her hair to the side. “My husband gets an in-person pitch and I don’t?”
“Point taken.” Damian cleared his throat, hating the position a possible divorce would put him in. From the looks of it, it wouldn’t be amical. “I’m uncomfortable knowing what will happen being that your husband believed in my idea. I don’t stab people in the back.”
“You’re not. You’re just guaranteeing your idea will go through. Trust me, when the divorce comes out, the last thing in his mind will be helping others. Unless, of course, it’s already been signed and sealed.”
“Of course. Let me think on it,” he said. Agreeing too quickly would show how much he wanted it and give her even more leverage if what she said was true.
She stood. “Don’t think too long.”
“All right.”
“I’ll see myself out.”
When she closed the door behind her, he sighed loudly. What the hell. This was a power play for her, no doubt. The display of generosity didn’t come cheap. His mind spun. He glanced at the phone. Should he warn Bill that his ex-wife wanted to divorce him? Hmmm… dangerous move. Also, not my business.
Telling him about it might give Damian the misleading sense of proactiveness, but his loyalty to Bill wouldn’t mean jack if she found out and hated him for it. A smart woman, Candi would find a way, a loophole to squash the investment—which still wasn’t on paper. Besides, knowing his wife would leave him would perhaps distract Bill from investing.
Damian swiveled his chair. Maybe Brit would know what to do—confiding in her would be a perk of keeping his mind open about their relationship. He flicked the sleek intercom, dialing his assistant. He hadn’t seen her around ever since leaving surgery, and didn’t remember if she would come back to work for him or at her job at the mall. “Adriana, is Brit in the building?”
“No, doctor, she’s not. Actually, she left a message for you.”
“Yes?”
“School called when you were in surgery, and she went to pick up Amanda.”
His stomach hardened. “What do you mean?”
“Amanda got in trouble, it seems, and she went to pick her up.”
His daughter in trouble? His gut clenched, and stupid ideas populated in his mind. What if someone had hurt his daughter and she fought back? What if she needed him, and he was nowhere near her? Frustration filled his chest like a balloon about to burst. I’m all she has. “How come no one told me about this?”
“You were in surgery, then when you came, Mrs. O’Donnell appeared unannounced and I haven’t had a chance. I’m sorry, Dr. Forrest.”
