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tenth
time.
    Wade dived onto the bridge, swiping the
receiver from its cradle. “Speak,” he said.
    “Wade, I’m Grant Mustard’s secretary, the
jury has reached a decision. Do you want to be in court to listen
to the verdict?”
    “I’ve already quit. Didn’t you find my
official letter of resignation?”
    “I filed it hoping you might change your
mind.”
    “No.”
    “Mr. Mustard has personally asked me to plead
for you to reconsider.”
    “You can inform Grant my answer is still
no.”
    “You are the best lawyer in Australia he will
not accept your resignation.”
    “Sheryl, please, tell him no.”
    “You have to understand he will not take no
for an answer.”
    “I’ve other plans,” Wade advised.
    “Let me guess, you are planning to chase the
young lady you kissed on the bridge.”
    “My plans are private.”
    “So the rumours being spread throughout the
building over you and the mystery woman are correct.”
    “I refuse to discuss it.”
    “Wade, think about it, what if you cannot
find her?”
    “What if I do?”
    “It is a lot of ifs.”
    Using the towel Wade started to rub the water
from his legs. He suddenly stopped to look across the sea at the
Melbourne skyline. “Sheryl, tell me what you’d do?” he asked
confidently into the CB radio.
    “It’s none of my concern.”
    “Exactly,” snorted Wade.
    “Why are you chasing a pipe dream?”
    “Explain this. What are the chances of being
by yourself at midnight on a bridge when out of the blue someone
asks to kiss you?”
    “I’d have to say the odds are enormous.”
    “If what you say is true, clarify this. I’ve
been on that particular bridge at midnight several times over the
years, not once has there ever been anyone else on it. Sheryl, she
kissed me back.”
    “You sound obsessed.”
    “Call it what you will, I don’t care.”
    “Wade, you are making too much of the whole
kiss on the bridge thing.”
    “Call it fate. I can’t change the fact it
happened.”
    “Wade, see the logic behind the event.”
    “Sheryl, I thought being a woman you’d
understand where I’m coming from.”
    “I do understand. I just do not see the point
or the effort it takes to accomplish something which is not
possible.”
    “Inform Grant what I’ve decided.”
    “Explain it to him yourself.”
    “Tell me, has he been listening the whole
time?” questioned Wade.
    “No.”
    “Sheryl, you were never a good liar. Put him
on.”
    After a short pause the CB radio crackled
back to life. The gruff voice belonged to a man who didn’t sound
happy.
    “Wade, you were correct. I heard the entire
conversation. You have to reconsider.”
    “Why? I don’t have to do anything. On top of
my decision, I loathe the well-to-do lingo everyone puts on. I also
hate the way the firm runs the affairs of every one of her
clients.”
    “You have a bright future in our company, do
not blow it.”
    “I had a future in the law sector. I’ll do
what I want.”
    “What will you do? Your mind is too sharp for
anything other than full steam ahead.”
    “My personal life is my business,” replied
Wade.
    “This whole year I have held my tongue. I
believe the young lady you’ve been chasing has made you drag your
feet. What if I promise to find the woman?”
    The tone in Grant Mustard’s voice told Wade
he could easily be swept off the path sometime in the near
future.
    “You work for me. You have to choose, me or
nothing.”
    “I’ve already chosen to quit.”
    “Wade, you celebrated your twenty-fourth
birthday three months ago. Already you have earned more money than
all of us put together. Your reputation has surpassed my wildest
expectations. Name your price; ten, twenty million a year?”
    Wade pressed the end button, placed the CB
radio back in its cradle before stepping through the narrow
doorway. Walking down the two steps to the second level, he glanced
at the barometer. Sidestepping into the galley, he placed the empty
bottle of champagne he