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irritation is still there… but I see something
else.
    Respect?
    Before Matt can
answer, Lorraine jumps up from the table. “I apologize, Matt.
Our little McKayla here doesn’t understand the etiquette of how
a high-powered firm works. I’m sure Miss Anders can help her
out.”
    I turn to Lorraine
and speak as pleasantly as possible. “And I’m sure Mr.
Connover needs to answer this question.”
    Lorraine starts to
huff, and I can tell she’s going to lay into me the way she
normally does, but I turn away to look at Matt. He gives me a small
smile and says, “By all means… how can I help you?”
    “Well, I’m
assuming when you ‘acquired’ Lorraine’s firm,”
and yes, I made air-quotes with my fingers, “you took on all of
her assets as well as her debts?”
    Matt nods but
doesn’t say anything.
    “I’d
like to know if you intend to honor the firm’s debt to me of a
few missed paychecks I went without when we had some leaner times?”
    Matt’s
eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and then his gaze flicks to Lorraine
in question. She starts a flurry of apologies for forgetting about
that detail, but Matt just holds up his hand to stop her. Returning
his stare to me, he says, “While your question was important,
Miss Anders could have indeed handled that. Regardless, I’ll
ensure your past paychecks are caught up before the end of the day.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend. I’m
sure Miss Anders can handle your other questions.”
    Lorraine tries to
apologize one more time, but he’s already opening the door and
walking through it. Just before he leaves, he turns to me, “McKayla…
let’s plan on meeting at 4:30 PM to go over your new duties in
the litigation department.”
    He doesn’t
even wait for my response before he’s gone, Bill following on
his heels.
    I stare at the door,
lost in thought, my memories of my sex-athon with Matt competing with
the cold businessman I just met.
    “How could
you?” Lorraine hisses at me. “I would have handled those
paychecks. You didn’t need to bring Matt into it. He must think
I’m an idiot.”
    Or a liar , I
think to myself, because I’m sure she left that detail out on
purpose, not ever thinking in a million years I’d bring it up.
    “Sorry,
Lorraine,” I say with as much sincerity I can muster. “I’m
sure you would have handled it fine.”
    Turning away from
her, I sit back down at the table and prepare to fill out the forms
that will now tie me to Matt Connover—extraordinary, one-time
lover… and now my boss.

At promptly 4:30 PM,
I present myself to Matt’s office. I practically had to have a
map drawn to it because his firm is so large. I found out during my
initiation tour that Connover and Crown employs thirty-eight lawyers
and fifty-two staff persons. Its main practice areas are corporate
and civil litigation, although there are also smaller practice areas
like elder law, criminal law and the such.
    Apparently, Matt
built the firm from the ground up, starting it just a mere ten years
ago when he had graduated law school. Miss Anders hinted that Matt
was the majority owner, and Bill was more or less an original
investor, who was sort of just hanging on to a nominal amount of
ownership interest at this point.
    Knocking, I hear him
say, “Come in,” and I steel myself to just about
anything. When I open the door, I see he’s still on the phone,
but he waves me in and points to a chair across from him. I settle in
and gaze around while he talks.
    I take in the
understated elegance of his office decor. Browns, tans, and grays
seem to be his color preference, and his taste in furniture leans
toward the contemporary. Spying his degrees on the wall, I see he did
his undergraduate at Stanford and got his law degree at Harvard.
    Freakin’
smarty pants.
    Not that Columbia
was anything to sneeze at.
    “No, we’re
not settling for that amount. Twenty-five is our bottom line. You
have until close of business tomorrow to decide