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Massimo smiles darkly and slowly shakes his head.
“That doesn’t work for me. No ‘process’. No interviews. You’ll hire them, today.”
My brows furrow. “You can’t expect us to?—”
“For fifty million a year I expect you to jump through hoops of fucking fire if I ask you to, counselor,” he growls, a dark look on his face.
Gabriel clears his throat. “Mr. Carveli, could you give us a minute?”
“You have thirty seconds.”
Massimo either doesn’t see or ignores the glare I give him as Gabriel yanks me away. He, Taylor and I retreat to the far corner of the conference room, by the window.
“No. Fucking. Way,” I grunt.
Gabriel rolls his eyes. “You’re joking.”
“And you’re fucking high if you think we should bow to this douchebag and hire his mob lawyer buddy.”
“I’d hire his favorite fucking barista for that sort of commitment on billable hours, Alistair,” Gabriel hisses back.
Taylor nods. “I’m with Gabriel. I mean, whoever it is, we can stick them wherever we want. We’ll give them a base starting salary, no bonus, and it can come directly out of Massimo’s billable hours.”
“Except he’s the kind of shithead who’ll ask for an inch and then take a fucking mile,” I mutter.
“Who fucking cares?!” Gabriel hisses back. “Fifty mil lets us finally open that branch in Chicago we’ve been talking about.”
“It’s a no from me.”
Gabriel sighs and glances at Taylor. “Vote?”
“Sure,” she nods. “It’s a yes from me. Sorry, Alistair.”
“Yes from me, too,” Gabriel murmurs, shrugging as he looks at me. “Sorry, pal. Majority carries.”
“Aaaand, time’s up!” Massimo chirps from his seat.
“This is a fucking mistake,” I mutter under my breath as we all turn and walk back to the table.
“Well?” Massimo asks us.
“We have a deal, Mr. Carveli.” Gabriel smiles and extends a hand across the table. Massimo grips it firmly as they shake. “I’ll have the contract drawn up this afternoon.”
Massimo’s teeth flash as he smirks. “Excellent.”
“So,” Taylor clears her throat. “When can expect to meet your lawyer?—”
“She’s waiting just outside, actually.”
Massimo turns to murmur something to his goon. The man nods before standing and slipping out of the room.
“She’s excellent,” Massimo grins. “Just passed the New York bar exam, actually.”
“Always helpful for a lawyer,” I say, ignoring Gabriel kicking my shin under the table. “Would we know her from any other firm?”
Massimo smiles as the door begins to open behind him.
“You would know her as my wife.”
