Page 18 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"I suppose I was wrong in assuming that you had the hots for her. I hope that you don't want to hook up with her, because I'm pretty sure she won't be able to continue working with you if you subject her to your weekend special."

"Ah, the infamous Max Spector Special." Remy laughs as if he's at the greatest comedy show he's ever been to. Dickhead.

"I'm not going to hook up with my assistant," I say, my tone sharp with irritation, which only serves to make the two men grin even harder. I stare down at my watch, then back at them. "Is that all you guys came in here for? Because I have work to do." I snap my fingers. "I have money to make, billables to exceed. The associates want to see their partners working as hard as them."

"Because we don't work hard." Kingston rolls his steely gray-blue eyes and tousles his dark hair. The man could have been a model and he knows it.

"Look, I don't even know what's going on right now," Remy holds his hands up. "Kingston told me that we all needed to have a conversation about something."

"So what's the conversation about, Kingston? I have a call. Actually, I have several calls and I have to file a motion to?—"

"There's a point for us all being here. Remember Jack Whittington?" Kingston says, his tone suddenly serious.

I stare at him for a couple of seconds, trying to place the name. "Not really."

"I’m sure you do. He owns Jack's Shacks."

"It sounds vaguely familiar," I say as Remington nods. "Oh, wait, he's the guy that owns all those hotels, right? Isn't he like a billionaire?"

"Yeah, that's him. Well, Jack of Jack's Shacks is going through a divorce right now."

"And what's that got to do with us?" I ask, sighing as I pick up my phone. "I told you I have a call."

"He has a prenup in place," Kingston continues.

"Okay, and?"

"He doesn't think he should have to pay her the ten million that she is entitled to for the five years they were married because she cheated."

"Okay, and?"

"And if we get him a good deal with the wife, we get his Jack’s Shacks business. That's a ten million dollar retainer off the bat. Big money."

I stare at him for a couple of seconds and nod. "Okay, we’ll take the case and?—"

"Here's the thing: he wants you."

I stare at him for a couple of seconds. "What do you mean he wants me?"

"He's heard you're a shark in the courtroom."

"But we don't want this to go to court. I'm sure if he has a prenup in place, he can resolve this before then and?—"

"Exactly," Kingston cuts me off.

"Exactly what?"

"He wants you to resolve it." Kingston shrugs. "There's a complication but he wouldn't tell me over the phone. He says he wants to tell you in person."

"So you're telling me that you want me to take this case?"

Kingston nods. "He'd be a big client, Max."

"We've got plenty of big clients already. I don't know this guy. You know how I feel about handling clients that I do not know the backstory on."

"I'm telling you that he's a good guy to get into business with."

I stare at him for a couple of seconds. "Who's going to be in charge of the Jack’s Shacks deals?" Because if there's one thing I know about Kingston, it’s that he doesn't give away big clients.

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