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“Wait, what?” Chelsea gasped. “Why is he trying to fire you?”
“I heard him on the phone with Travis this morning, and they were arguing about something, and basically I worked out the clues. Travis doesn’t think I’m a good worker, and because he hired me as a favor to Finn, he doesn’t wanna be the one to fire me, so Max has to do it.” I was getting angry now. “In fact, after we both came and were washing each other, Max whispered in my ear and was like, ‘Are you sure you wanna work at the firm?’ He was basically telling me to leave.”
“Oh shit.” Harriet sighed. “Do you want me to speak to Finn?”
“No,” I shouted. “He’s the one that got me in this trouble in the first place.”
“Do you want me to interrogate Travis?” Chelsea asked eagerly. “If you get his address to me, I can show up at his house and figure out what’s going on.”
“No, thanks,” I said suspiciously. Why was Chelsea volunteering to go to Travis’s house? Did she have a thing for him? Granted, he was good-looking, but I was fast learning that messing around with attorneys wasn’t for the faint of heart. I wanted Chelsea to meet a nice guy, I really did. And while Travis seemed like he was nice enough, if he was partners with Max, he couldn’t have been that great. “I just don’t know what to do or say. Should I tell him off?”
“For what, though?” Harriet asked. “Let’s be real, you haven’t been the best employee and you’ve already had drama at the job. What are you going to say? I know I suck as an intern, but we’re sleeping together now, so you can’t fire me.”
“Well, no, when you put it like that, it sounds bad.” I huffed. “And to be clear, I’m not a bad intern. I’m new. I haven’t even been there long enough to be considered bad…I don’t think.” I sighed. “Do you think I should confront him and tell him that I heard what he said and that I’m not happy that he said he wouldn’t miss me in the office?”
“Oh,” Chelsea said softly. “He said that?”
“Yeah.” I felt tears in my eyes. “It really hurt hearing that. I thought he at least liked being around me.”
“Maybe he was just saying that to Travis so Travis didn’t realize how much he liked you,” Harriet suggested. “You know men are idiots.”
“I know men are idiots, but Max doesn’t seem like that sort of guy to me. He seems like he’s straightforward and honest about his opinions and thoughts.” I sobbed slightly and took a deep breath. “I feel like a fool to think that sleeping with a man meant he actually had some sort of feelings for me.”
“He’s a jerk,” Chelsea said. “I will key his car if you want me to.”
“Thanks.” I giggled through tears. “That’s sweet of you. I don’t want you to, but thanks for offering.”
“No worries. Anything for you, sis,” Chelsea said. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yes.” I sighed. “I guess I just had my feelings hurt. I shared some of my writing with him, and he said he liked it, and I thought we’d had a moment.” Had he even enjoyed my writing or had he just been saying that? “Hey, I just got to the coffee shop. I have to go inside and order. I’ll call you guys later, okay?”
“Any time,” Chelsea said. “I love you, sis.”
“Love you, too.”
“Anything you need from us, just let us know,” Harriet added. “I love you, Polly, and I’m sorry that Max is such an asshole.”
“Not your fault,” I said softly. “Anyway, we’ll talk later. I’ve got to go.” I hung up the phone, wiped my eyes and runny nose on my shirt sleeve, and walked into the coffee shop. I had to be a big girl. I couldn’t burst into tears around Max. I didn’t want him to see that he’d hurt me. We were dancing a very thin line between personal and professional, and I wasn’t going to give him any reason to think that I wasn’t cut out to be an attorney. I was going to show him that I could be the best assistant he’d ever seen, and then I’d make him apologize to me. Or maybe I’d make him fly me to Paris or something. In first class. That would be really cool.
Chapter27
“Here’s your matcha.” I handed the lukewarm drink to Max as I made my way back into the hotel room. He was sitting at the desk on a call and nodded his thanks as he took it and had a sip. He made a face as he tasted the drink and then shook his head. I pressed my lips together as I watched him pressing the mute button on his phone.
“This is cold.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It’s not hot.”
“But it’s not cold.”
“I wanted a hot coffee.”
“Then you should have gone yourself. I had to walk fifteen minutes to get there.” I shrugged and took a bite of my chocolate croissant. I felt bad that his drink wasn’t hot, but I wasn’t about to run back from the coffee shop so that it would be a few degrees warmer.
“Have a seat.” He nodded to the armchair. “I need you to look up a couple of cases for me.”
“What sort of cases? Louis Vuitton?” I asked eagerly. Was he buying me a suitcase? Maybe he’d already decided on taking me on a trip.
