Meet Cute(15)

“He was an asshole.”

“Oh, that’s…disappointing.” She fiddles with her glasses. “I wonder why he left acting.”

I don’t know the answer to the last question, although I assume it was because he decided to go into entertainment law. “I have no idea. What can I do for you, Cara, aside from discuss exploding ovaries? Have you already pulled the Hughes files?” I know she hasn’t had time to pull anything. She’s still trying to get over meeting Daxton.

She stops slouching and bolts upright. “Oh, Beverly would like to see you in her office.”

“Now?”

“Yes. As soon as you have a moment.”

“Did she specify what it was about?”

She blinks twice. “Um, no.”

I tap my pen on the desk. “Did you even ask?”

She sinks in her chair. I should feel a little bad that I incite this kind of response, but any incompetence on her part directly affects me.

“No,” she says meekly. “She called when I was speaking with Mr. Hughes.”

“Ah, so you were distracted.”

“No. Well, maybe a little.” She hangs her head. “Yes. I was distracted.”

“It happens to the best of us.” I stand and gather my tablet. “Please pull any files related to the Hughes trust right away, and I’d like to email him a copy so he’s able to review it over the weekend. Did he provide potential dates and times to meet next week?”

“He said he would make whatever we had available work regardless. I’ll pull his files now.”

I leave Cara to collect herself, and head for Beverly’s office. I dislike going in to see her unprepared, and that’s how this situation makes me feel.

As a senior associate I have a good working relationship with Beverly. Whitman and Flood is a small firm, giving me the opportunity to move up quickly. I’ve proven myself over the past five years, and pushed even harder since my dad passed, hell-bent on making partner before I turn thirty. My dad and I made a bet before he died, and even though he’s gone, I don’t want to disappoint him. I also like to reach for the top, always, and partner is the next step.

I knock on Beverly’s door and wait for her to call me in. She gestures to the chair across from her desk and tents her fingers, resting her chin on them. “How did everything go with Mr. Hughes?”

“Fine, for being unprepared. I need to review the trust files so we can discuss them next week and make any necessary amendments.”

She nods and leans back in her chair. “I apologize for springing this on you without notice, and I appreciate that you were able to carve out some time to meet with him. It’s such a shame about his parents, and then having custody of his sister.” Her gaze drifts to the window. “I’m sure it’s been quite a shock. I can’t even imagine.”

“It’s a lot of responsibility to take on.” And so much grief to manage on top of his own. I’m not sure how to feel about any part of this. “His sister’s trust is very substantial. He seems rather concerned about it, which makes me question if perhaps he’s after it for some reason.”

She shifts her gaze away from the window, her expression unreadable. “I’m sure he has his own money.”

“Unless he’s spent it all.”

Beverly smiles. “Always a cynic.”

I lift a casual shoulder, trying to keep the bite and skepticism out of my tone. “Well, it would make sense, wouldn’t it? He takes custody of his sister, and all that money is available for him to manage.”

Beverly tilts her head a fraction, observing me closely. “How well do you know Daxton Hughes?”

I sit up straighter, uncertain as to where the question is coming from. “We went to law school together, but didn’t associate with the same people. Why do you ask?”

“He hugged you in the conference room.” I try not to show any emotion, but I must frown because her expression is smug. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was passing by and saw the interaction. I wondered what your relationship was.”

“There isn’t a relationship. We went to school together, and I worked on his sister’s trust fund when his parents set it up months ago. The connection is purely by chance.”

Her long nails rap on the arm of her chair. “You’re meeting with him again, though? How soon?”

“Early next week. Why?” Where is she going with this? She’s the one who sprang him on me; I assumed that means she wants me to deal with him. And it’s not like I have an actual choice since I’m responsible for the trust in the first place.

“He seems to trust you, or at least have some kind of connection to you.”

“I don’t know that he trusts me, he’s just grieving.” I don’t like the look in her eye. She’s planning something.

“You might try to persuade him that working here would be beneficial for him when you meet with him next.”

I’m at a complete loss for several very long seconds—in that time I consider how much I do not want to work in the same office as Daxton Hughes, regardless of whether he’s in a state of grieving. “We don’t even really know each other, and you want me to convince him to come work here?”

“He felt comfortable enough to hug you.”