“I ran into her friend the other night again,” he admitted.
“Kylie?”
“Yeah, that’s her name.The model.”
“God, remember the days when you couldn’t even remember their names.”Colt sipped his wine and swirled it.“We had no idea.”
Ignoring him, I turn my attention back to Dereck.“And?”
“And I didn’t know you were going to marry her fucking best friend!”Dereck exclaimed.“She was your client.Isyour client.”
“Well aware, thanks, buddy.”I rolled my eyes.“Whatever you did, make it right.”
“Fine,” he muttered and tugged out his phone.
And that’s how I recruited my friends into my plan to propose to Courtney.
Then, the next day, Warren appeared on my screen, and we swapped pleasantries.
“How was the operation?”I asked.
“It was nothing serious,” Warren sipped his coffee.
“You know Botox isn’t considered surgery, right?”I grinned.
“Fuck off.”Warren tried to look annoyed but failed.“I thought we were meeting Friday.What’s so urgent that it couldn’t wait?I have ten minutes, Zander.”
I arranged my monitor so I could read out the details.
“You’re going to want to shift a few things after we’re done.”We might be competitors, but we were also peers who’d known each other for years.My confident and slightly concerned tone got his attention.
“Jesus.Tell me.”
“Your client has been moving money through offshore accounts that we have visibility of.Via four shell companies.Whatever his motive, these funds have not been declared as they should have.Which is fraud.At best...”I let the unspoken hang in the air, as Warren is smart enough to work it out.If his client doesn’t give myclientwhat she wants, we’ll go to the authorities, and Blackmore has a lot more to worry about than paying his wife her legally entitled share and settling his divorce.
A lot more.
“Fucking hell,” Warren groans.“I’ll get back to you by morning.”
With an offeris what he didn’t say.
I was right.
Adam Blackmore deleted all his offending social posts, agreed to the fifty percent split, and the dissolution of the marriage was confirmed as of three this afternoon.Wednesday.
As I knew it would.Still, it’s bittersweet for Courtney who had to come to grips with yet another chip in the trust she’d once had in her marriage.
Hopefully now she’ll never look back.
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MORNING SICKNESS KICKEDin two days ago, and while I’d rather stay home tonight and eat potato chips, pickles and bananas—yes, in the same bowl—Zander has been pacing my living room for the past hour nervously.
“It’s probably better if I don’t join you, anyway, under the circumstances,” I say in regard to the party he’s invited me to attend with him tonight.
