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“Averie?”
“Liddy?” I matched her tone.
“Your two-thirty appointment is here.”
“Okay?” I shrugged. “What’s with the big announcement? It’s a potential client correct?”
“Well, sort of…it’s Samuel Valentine.”
“Lid, what the hell? Why would you make an appointment for him? That meeting with him was horrible.”
“Shh…” she gestured with her hands for me to lower my voice. “He’s right outside with another man. His secretary called me and told me he wanted to come and apologize in person. I knew if I told you he was coming, you would say no. I think you should hear him out.”
“Apologize?”
I doubt it.Men like him didn’t apologize.
“That’s what his secretary said. Vee, I’m sure he was terrible. Which is a damn shame because he is fine as hell.”
“You ain’t lyin’.”
He was very easy on the eyes even if he was a complete jerk.
“But you have been looking forward to this meeting for weeks. I don’t want you to throw it all away over a bad first impression. Just hear what he has to say and if it’s bullshit, then he’s banned from this office forever.”
“Okay, fine. Send him in.”
Samuel
After several minutes, Liddy emerged from behind the office door.
“Ms. Patterson will see you now,” she smiled politely.
She held the door open for me as I entered the office.
Ms. Patterson was standing in the middle of the all-white room with pops of red, yellow and green, with a look of displeasure on her beautiful face. Her high cheekbones and brown eyes set to the backdrop of creamy mocha skin made me pause for just a second before extending my hand.
She looked at my hand then up to me. She turned around and sat in her chair behind her glass desk.
“Why are you here, Mr. Valentine, and how did you manage to get an appointment with me?”
“May I have a seat?”
“Depends on how you answer the questions I just asked,” she pursed her lips, tilted her head and folded her arms on her chest.
I was digging her short haircut. I was used to women having weave down their backs, but she chose a short fade with a side part. She had the face to pull it off.
“I am here to ask you to reconsider working with my firm. My secretary made the appointment for me.”
“You can have a seat.”
I sat down in one of the chairs facing her desk. I noticed the print of Ernie Banks’Soft Powerpainting on the wall. I knew it was a print because I owned the original.
“I misspoke earlier. I regret my choice of words. This case does need a female attorney on it.”
I handed her the folder containing all the information I had on the case and the charges against my clients.
She took the folder from me without snatching it, so I figured we were heading in the right direction. She looked like the type of woman that snatched things when she was angry.
