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“I’ll be there when you get out, Mrs. Moretti.”
My smile is so fake that it actually hurts my cheeks. “What’s your name?”
“Neil, ma’am.”
“Well, Neil, as I’ve said twice now, please call me Ms. Bass.” I gesture to the building. “I’m sure you can read, right? I won’t be married to Mr. Moretti much longer.”
He’s silent, so hopefully I got through to him.
My stomach churns as I enter the building. There are two women sitting behind the receptionist’s desk, and both smile welcomingly toward me.
“Hello. How may we help you?” the brunette asks.
“I have an appointment with Patricia German.”
She looks at a tablet in front of her. “Ah, yes. Ms. Bass, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Please follow me.”
I follow her through the frosted glass doors down a hallway. From what I can tell, only women work here and that makes me feel better. Like, I’m basically going up against Alessandro and the Brotherhood right now and can use all the support and girl power I can get.
We enter an office that’s decorated in vibrant décor and furniture. Normally, something like this would look tacky, but it’s done in such a way that it is elegant and uplifting. My mood feels lighter just by being here, amongst the cheery colors.
“Ms. German will be here shortly. Can I get you something to drink? Water? Coffee? Soda?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
She nods, leaving the room with a smile on her face. A few moments go by before an older woman with grey hair enters the office.
“Ms. Bass, I’m Patricia German. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
We shake hands.
“Thank you for seeing me so quickly.”
“Your email intrigued me. Mr. Moretti is a powerful man here in Vegas.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to represent me?”
“Not at all. I’m a firm believer in sticking it to the man. Literally. As long as my clients aren’t mediocre cis-het white men, then they’re welcome to be represented by me and my firm.” She grins. “I hope that’s fine with you.”
I like her, and not just because she’s blunt.
“It is.”
Patricia says, “Great. Now, I’ll ask you a few questions, and then we can get started.”
Two hours later, I leave her office with a plan of action. She thinks that this can be handled within a month, though I’m not as confident. I think Alessandro is going to balk when he’s served the papers. Patricia also referred me to someone at her firm who does estate law, so hopefully I’ll have answers about the inheritance that Nonna left me.
The driver, Neil, is waiting when I exit the building. Good lord. Did he move at all while I was in there?
Inside the car, he asks, “Where to, Mrs. Moretti?”
I glare at the back of his head. “Home.”
“Will do.”
