Page 43 of Love Is Brewing

That they had no idea and were told Bill had left.

They even provided his resignation paperwork that was in his personnel file.

She’d shown them Bill’s termination letter signed by the office manager.

Since the signatures matched and there was no way Bill could have forged it, the office manager had some explaining to do.

“And that is my girl not settling on the first offer,” her father said.

“Never. One year’s salary isn’t worth it. Bill has six to ten more years of work left in him easily. He needs medical insurance for himself and his wife and he can’t collect Medicare for almost six years at this point.”

Six times Bill’s salary was a nice lump sum, adding the cost of insurance coverage on the government portal for that time and his legal fees.

“I can’t believe you got your fees covered for him too,” her father said, laughing.

“I thought for sure they’d say no way and counter, but they didn’t. I’m positive their attorney told them going to trial would be a much bigger loss for them and publicity they wouldn’t want.”

“You banked on that,” her father said.

“Always. Might have thrown that out there too. Not to be an ice cold bitch or anything.”

“Just doing your job,” her father said, humor in his voice. “I’m so proud of you. And what is going on with Regina’s case?”

“That’s settled and the charges dropped. I sent her the bill. I hated to even do that, but you know, can’t be a bleeding heart all the time. I provided a service. I felt bad for her.”

“Pulled over for driving under the influence but had a medical condition. Never good,” her father said.

She could tell her father was probably shaking his head.

Her grandfather would have gone after the police department and caused many issues.

She knew not to do that here. Not when she was trying to make a name for herself.

A good name!

“I completely understand the officer not wanting to believe it. People probably pull that shit all the time. Say their blood sugar is low. But she had a medical ID necklace on. Still, that doesn’t prove she was experiencing low blood sugar. What didit was her glucose monitor on her phone that was going off and alerting her she was low. She tried to show that to him and he wasn’t listening. He was too eager to arrest her. She refused the breathalyzer because she wasn’t drunk but wasn’t thinking straight either. She didn’t want to walk the line because she was shaking from her low sugar. He didn’t take any of that into consideration. Thankfully she’d been eating candy while she was driving and was going to pull over once she could until her sugar rose.”

“Which means by the time she got to the police station her sugar wasn’t low anymore,” her father said.

“Exactly. But the proof was on her equipment, which the officer still wouldn’t let her provide. She did the right thing to find an attorney to come in. I gave him shit but in a professional capacity.”

“Good girl,” her father said.

“It might not have been the best first impression to give being new in the area, but he talked down to me and I cut him off. Threw some big words at him and a sergeant came out to see what was going on. He calmed the officer down, listened to me, let me show the evidence and they released Regina. They had towed her car there, and I made them void that bill for her too.

“It was the least you could do,” her father said.

“I wish I could see your face right now,” she said. “I’m positive you’re grinning.”

“I am,” her father said. “You’re feisty like your mother when someone isn’t given a fair shake.”

“It’s not right,” she said. “Never. They are lucky that Regina had already treated herself for her low blood sugar or they could have had a bigger situation on their hands and I made sure that officer was aware of that. Then Regina was concerned someone would have seen her and it’d get around town she was arrested.”

“That should be the least of her worries,” her father said.

“Not around here, it seems,” she said drily. “But I told her I’d cover any issues this might have in terms of her job. If any. I can’t do anything about gossip.”

“I’m sure you did,” her father said. “Your caseload is climbing too. Things are going well by the sounds of it.”

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