Page 60 of King of Justice

“You’re not gonna be just an employee, Jones. I’m offering you a manager’s position.”

Putting her hands on her waist, she tilted her head. “You give all your managers furnished apartments in New York?”

Sitting back behind my desk, I fiddled with the stylus in my hand and shrugged. “When they’re from out-of-town, yes.”

Still in doubt, she narrowed her eyes. “And the company pays that rent.”

“No. The company owns that apartment building. It’s one of our assets.”

Her eyebrows shot up in disbelief as she slowly shook her head. “Just how rich are you?”

“What did you tell Alexander?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“You’re changing the subject.” I leaned forward. “Our meeting today was to agree on the next steps, none of which can be taken without Alexander Nichols’ knowledge.”

Slouching her shoulders, she flopped down in the chair across the desk, staring aimlessly ahead. “I told him that I’ll help remotely and that he won’t need to hire a new writer.”

“And how can you accomplish that when you’ll be working full-time here?”

“Nathan, I can’t just abandon Creators’ Rights!”

“Are you listening to yourself? The Wright Law Firm is becoming their main sponsor. Do you understand how much money that entails every year? They can afford to hire three writers if they want!”

“Well, I wouldn’t do that to them. At least, it has to be gradual until they find someone Alex can depend on the way he depended on me.”

“How did he take it?”

“He said he saw it coming, but I don’t believe him.”

I chuckled and said nothing for a minute. “You know you’re not giving him enough credit. He’s a pretty insightful man.”

“He thinks I’m moving because of us.”

“You’re not?”

“Only partially!” Acting amused, I flashed her one of my smug smiles as I leaned back, placing one leg over the other as I watched her talk. “Did any other law firm open a brand new division for me to run and help more? I don’t think so—” She then suddenly frowned and picked up a pad of sticky notes, tossing it at me. “Don’t look at me like that!”

I grabbed it mid-air before it ruined my hair, teasing, “Are you sure you’re half French?”

“Whatever.” She looked at her phone. “When’s your next meeting?”

“When this one’s done.”

“Seriously, though.”

“Seriously, you didn’t answer my question. Are you taking the apartment or not?”

“Fine. I’ll take it.”

“Fantastic.” I stood up, walking toward the bar in the corner. “Reason to celebrate.”

I heard her snort and click her tongue in the background. “This cabinet alone can cater to an entire bar in my neighborhood.”

“Better get used to it. What do you feel like?”

“Brandy.”

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