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Callie whistled low from behind her.
“Tall, tan, and a total blonde babe. Wow! Who is that?”
Yeah, she had the same reaction to Pricilla Masterson the first time she saw her too.
Juniper didn’t hold her breath that the woman would keep on walking. Why else would she be here but to see her? This ought to be golden.
“Ms. Masterson, it’s good to see you again,” she lied and slipped into her professional mode even though it killed her. “How can I help you?”
“I’m here to deliver this.” Juniper took the outstretched envelope with some Houston law firm’s name stamped on the front and addressed to her.
“I’m sure Marshall is sorry he couldn’t be here himself, but he has to see after our company.”
Our company? Juniper stood frozen. “Excuse me?”
“Read the notice, dear, it explains everything.”
She glanced at Callie, who looked just as shocked and tore into the envelope.
“A cease and desist? For what?” Puzzled, Juniper scanned the document again.
“Marshall no longer requires your assistance in any matter.”
“What’s this really all about, Masterson?”
Priscilla slapped a newspaper on the table from Houston with bold lettering splashed across the front: TEXAS DOWN ITS SEXIEST AND RICHEST BACHELOR.
“Marshall didn’t appreciate the publicity stunt.”
“Publicity stunt? What are you talking about? Her picture with Marshall in his home office glared back at her in black and white.
“He also didn’t appreciate the fact that this picture voided his exclusivity with Forbes. He was set to make millions off your wedding photos.”
“I didn’t share any pictures.” And she would prove it too.
“Doesn’t matter.” Priscilla tapped the paper Juniper held. “This is effective immediately. I’m to collect everything and in case you don’t understand, the little fake wedding is off. The king is marrying a queen. The pauper can stick to her peasant beach town. I can’t imagine anyone with any clout would ever come this far outside LA to seek your advice anyway.”
Juniper looked back at the formal letter and sure enough, Marshall Blackwood’s name was across the bottom.
Tears threatened to spill but she willed the waterworks back. She refused to show weakness in front of this barracuda.
“BlackCo’s lawyers will be in touch soon. And since these are paid for, I’ll be taking them.” Priscilla hefted Juniper’s planners and dress and paused by the client table long enough to slip a white envelope onto the table. “Don’t try to contact Marshall again.”
Oh, she would be in contact. In fact, she wasn’t nearly as done with him as he was with her.
“This you can’t have for all the money and threats in the world.” Juniper jerked her dress from Priscilla, who squeaked in surprise.
“Huff all you want, bitch princess! Now get your trashy ass out of my shop before I show you how thispeasantcan draw blood.”
