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“No?”

“No, and I suggest you get the fuck away from me before I drop your case.”

“What?” His face pales. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”

“I should’ve done it the moment I signed on to represent someone dumb enough to steal from the New York Aquarium in broad daylight.” I glare at him as his eyes widen. “But I guarantee you—unfortunately—that we won’t lose this case. Now, get the hell out of my office.”

He immediately rushes away, and I wait until the door shuts.

Sighing, I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts, stopping when Scarlett’s name appears.

Today is the first day in weeks that I’ve managed to wake up without thinking about where she is and what she’s doing, but visions of her face and memories of her laughter still haunt every corner of my mind.

“How many guilty-ass people do you need to get off before enough is enough?”

My chest aches as I remember some of her final words to me.

“Nine hundred sixty-seven, Scarlett,” I mutter to myself. “I’m only a few away from my goal…”

I know better than to call—especially since she hasn’t attempted to reach me once, but I can’t help myself.

I’ve had enough.

Her line rings once.

Twice.

Three times.

I keep my finger hovered over the disconnect button in case it goes to voicemail.

“Hello?” She answers. “Hello?”

“Hello, Scarlett.”

She sucks in a breath. “I could’ve sworn I blocked your number, Jameson.”

“I obviously have more than one.”

“I won’t be saving it.”

“That hurts my feelings.”

“You don’t have any of those.”

“How have you been?” I ask. “Have you landed any roles lately?”

She says nothing.

“I’ve had better times, but I’m okay,” I say. “Thank you so much for asking.”

Silence.

“I’ve decided that you don’t have to give me an apology for the way you walked out on me,” I say. “We can have a make-up dinner, spend the night at my place, and go back to how things used to be.”

“Are you on drugs, Jameson?”

“Never.”