for one, he’s shopping for one
who thinks he stands a good chance of winning! I’m just keeping an eye out for any
communications from any of my colleagues, saying they’re representing him. What
did you say to him at the restaurant?”
“He poo-pooed the lawsuit as being nothing, then went back to his
old refrain of, ‘What you’re doing isn’t work. You have to leave your house and
work somewhere for it to count. Then, he said something like, ‘If I’d just come
back to my senses, I’d have a guaranteed regular paycheck.’ Ian told him to
leave me alone, then the restaurant manager asked if we needed the police. They
were there ten minutes later.”
“Okay, good, you didn’t say anything.”
“Rick, I was too damn pissed. I would have said something that,
likely, would have gotten me arrested.”
“Okay, I’ll let you get back to work – and yes, what you’re doing
is work – now. I’ll get that order drafted and filed. If he wants to risk
arrest, he’ll ignore that order and contact you,” Rick predicted. “I’ll let you
know if Mack hires an attorney.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll let you go now,” Morgan said.
For the rest of the day, Morgan worked on her current
assignments. When she had gotten as far as she could, she stopped writing and
turned her attention to her new assignments, reading their scope. She emailed
Mia to let her know she’d have more work for her and suggested their next
meeting date.
Near the end of her workday, Morgan got another call from Rick.
“Hey, Rick, what’s up?”
“I’ve just received paperwork that indicates Mack has lawyered
up. He’s got a damn good attorney, too, but he’s going to have to work pretty
goddamn hard to disprove what you’ve said. I want to meet with you and go over
everything you have. I’ll also need to talk to all your clients – get a picture
of your character as a professional writer.”
“Wow. Okay, when would be convenient for you?”
“Actually, I do have several time slots, but I’d rather call your
clients myself, go talk to them and get this done. Would you be okay with
that?”
“Yes, definitely,” Morgan said.
“Okay, then, I’ll need the names and phone numbers of the
managing editors or whoever you worked most closely with.”
Morgan gave him all the information he needed. After they
disconnected their call, she thought for a few minutes. The news that John had
“lawyered up” was disquieting. After worrying about this news for several
minutes, she decided that the best thing she could do would be to allow Rick to
do his best work.
Morgan had managed, finally, to relax sufficiently that, after
her workday had ended, she was watching one of her favorite movies on DVD. The
movie, a romance, had her crying and wiping tears from her cheeks. She had just
swiped a tissue over her cheeks when her cell phone rang. Looking at the
number, she recognized Ian’s number. Feeling her heartbeat ratchet up, she
hesitated for a few seconds to pick the phone up. Finally, she decided the call
would do no harm – after all, it might be about business, she reasoned.
“Hello? Ian, how are you?”
“I’m great – how are you? You sound . . . congested or
something.”
“I’m fine, just watching a sad movie on DVD.” Morgan cringed. Great. Now he knows you
like weepy romances!
“Well, hopefully, this will help dry some of those tears up – I
hope, anyway. I’d like to set up a date with you. Take you to one of Las
Cruces’ best Italian restaurants so we can drink good red wine and enjoy some
great food. Come on! Please? Say yes!”
Morgan was tempted to say no – after all, they had only recently
admitted they were attracted to each other. That admission was so new, she was
still figuring it out. “Ian, I don’t know . . . I don’t think it’s wise.”
“Morgan. The woman who decided to quit working retail and strike
out on her own in the uncertain world of freelance writing? Who’s facing her
former
who thinks he stands a good chance of winning! I’m just keeping an eye out for any
communications from any of my colleagues, saying they’re representing him. What
did you say to him at the restaurant?”
“He poo-pooed the lawsuit as being nothing, then went back to his
old refrain of, ‘What you’re doing isn’t work. You have to leave your house and
work somewhere for it to count. Then, he said something like, ‘If I’d just come
back to my senses, I’d have a guaranteed regular paycheck.’ Ian told him to
leave me alone, then the restaurant manager asked if we needed the police. They
were there ten minutes later.”
“Okay, good, you didn’t say anything.”
“Rick, I was too damn pissed. I would have said something that,
likely, would have gotten me arrested.”
“Okay, I’ll let you get back to work – and yes, what you’re doing
is work – now. I’ll get that order drafted and filed. If he wants to risk
arrest, he’ll ignore that order and contact you,” Rick predicted. “I’ll let you
know if Mack hires an attorney.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll let you go now,” Morgan said.
For the rest of the day, Morgan worked on her current
assignments. When she had gotten as far as she could, she stopped writing and
turned her attention to her new assignments, reading their scope. She emailed
Mia to let her know she’d have more work for her and suggested their next
meeting date.
Near the end of her workday, Morgan got another call from Rick.
“Hey, Rick, what’s up?”
“I’ve just received paperwork that indicates Mack has lawyered
up. He’s got a damn good attorney, too, but he’s going to have to work pretty
goddamn hard to disprove what you’ve said. I want to meet with you and go over
everything you have. I’ll also need to talk to all your clients – get a picture
of your character as a professional writer.”
“Wow. Okay, when would be convenient for you?”
“Actually, I do have several time slots, but I’d rather call your
clients myself, go talk to them and get this done. Would you be okay with
that?”
“Yes, definitely,” Morgan said.
“Okay, then, I’ll need the names and phone numbers of the
managing editors or whoever you worked most closely with.”
Morgan gave him all the information he needed. After they
disconnected their call, she thought for a few minutes. The news that John had
“lawyered up” was disquieting. After worrying about this news for several
minutes, she decided that the best thing she could do would be to allow Rick to
do his best work.
Morgan had managed, finally, to relax sufficiently that, after
her workday had ended, she was watching one of her favorite movies on DVD. The
movie, a romance, had her crying and wiping tears from her cheeks. She had just
swiped a tissue over her cheeks when her cell phone rang. Looking at the
number, she recognized Ian’s number. Feeling her heartbeat ratchet up, she
hesitated for a few seconds to pick the phone up. Finally, she decided the call
would do no harm – after all, it might be about business, she reasoned.
“Hello? Ian, how are you?”
“I’m great – how are you? You sound . . . congested or
something.”
“I’m fine, just watching a sad movie on DVD.” Morgan cringed. Great. Now he knows you
like weepy romances!
“Well, hopefully, this will help dry some of those tears up – I
hope, anyway. I’d like to set up a date with you. Take you to one of Las
Cruces’ best Italian restaurants so we can drink good red wine and enjoy some
great food. Come on! Please? Say yes!”
Morgan was tempted to say no – after all, they had only recently
admitted they were attracted to each other. That admission was so new, she was
still figuring it out. “Ian, I don’t know . . . I don’t think it’s wise.”
“Morgan. The woman who decided to quit working retail and strike
out on her own in the uncertain world of freelance writing? Who’s facing her
former
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