Page 4 of Tiny's Law

“What do you mean you quit?” Reggie, my best friend since college, asks.

Reggie and I met in law school. The second he looked over at me at the end of our first lecture and called our professor a grade-A bitch, I knew we were destined to be best friends.

He called as soon as I got in my car to head into the office. I was dreading going to pack up my stuff and to have a much-needed conversation with the partners, but I knew it had to be done.

In my drunken state last night, I sent off an email requesting an exit meeting with all the partners. My inebriation caused me to forget to leave Matthew off of the recipient list, so unfortunately, he would most likely be in the meeting where I planned to out him to his colleagues for the real reason I chose to leave.

“It means just that, Reg. I quit. You know it doesn’t take me much to sleep with a dude if I feel like it, but I sure as shit am not going to fuck my boss just to get ahead.” I flip off a Mustang that cuts me off while pulling onto the highway. “Even if I did find him attractive, I’m not that shallow.”

He lets out a huff. “I know, babe. I just hate this for you. You had so much potential at Moore, Watson, and Dunn.”

“If it were up to me by the end of today, it would be Moore and Dunn. No more Saggy-balls Watson.”

Reggie makes a gagging noise, causing me to chuckle. “That was a visual I could go my whole life without, Kourt. Thanks.”

“I’m just saying. You’ve seen all the unsolicited dick pics Ben sent me. He was fifteen years younger than Matt! Can you only imagine his old big brother?”

“I could go my entire life without imagining that, thank you.”

“If I had to picture it, so do you.”

“Jesus.”

I appreciate the banter with my friend, and it somewhat settles the nerves I have going into the office today.

“Thanks, Reg.”

Reggie scoffs. “Ew. Don’t do that.”

“What? Thank you for being a good friend?”

“Get all fucking sappy on me. I know I’m a good friend. The best, actually.”

I roll my eyes at his over-inflated ego. No doubt overinflated by his husband, who thinks he hung the moon and wrote the stars. “Yeah, yeah.”

It’s Reggie’s turn to go serious for a minute when he clears his throat. “In all seriousness, good luck. Call me as soon as you leave. Let me know how it goes.”

“Who’s the fucking sap now?”

Reggie cackles before hanging up just as I pull into the underground parking lot.

I pass Rosinda, who wears a confused expression as she spies me exiting the SUV before I make my way to my office. Along the way, I get odd glances and curious stares from other junior lawyers as well as some of the assistants.

Emma’s eyes widen as soon as they land on me. She quickly ushers me into my office and shuts the door behind me.

“What the hell is going on? Why is everyone staring?”

“You didn’t hear? Oh God,” Emma says, and all of a sudden, she looks nauseated and clammy. “Oh no.”

“What the hell is going on, Emma?”

She bites her lip, fiddling with her daisy necklace, when her frightened eyes meet mine. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, my office door flies open, and a smug-faced Matthew walks in, followed by a perplexed Stan and a disgusted Gary.

“I thought we’d have the meeting in the boardroom?” I say, not really sure how to read the room. This pisses me the fuck off since I am normally the one that is able to control a room in the blink of an eye.

“I don’t think a meeting is needed, Ms. Walker.”

I can feel my forehead crinkle in confusion. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

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