Chapter 3
Avro
Today was frankly brutal. In addition to losing a high–profile case, there were so many documents on my table that had me growing pissed.
“Why are these here?” I questioned my second–in–command, Carlos. He had the same gloomy look on my face because of the case I just lost.
“You asked for it,” he responded nattily and I looked away from him. “Look what I brought,” he announced, raising a brown envelope
“And what is that?”
“A small case. Just something you can easily win to keep
in to keep the firm’s name on the headline, at least”
That was exactly how we operated. We made sure to win all smaller cases to keep us on the winning side while attending to high–profile cases. selectively and carefully.
“What’s it about?”
He took some time. “Divorce.”
“Oh no” 1 scoffed, turning back to my system. “We need real cases, Carlos. Not some love–gone–bad cases
Carlos cocked an eyebrow. “You’ve handled divorce cases, Avro.”
“Well, not again.” This one–the one I lost was a big stain to my name and I needed to fix it but not with a divorce case
“Why’s that?” he questioned. “Does this have anything to do with your ex–wife, Eleanor?”
I swallowed hard at the question and looked at him, “Nothing 1 do has to do with her
“Then you’ve got to give me a good reason. Merely calling it a love–gone–bad case doesn’t make any judicial sense but just insinuates something
else.
I knew exactly where he was heading but I didn’t care. I have nothing to regret; my marriage ended because she wanted it to
Well, I’d take some blame and attribute it to my infidelity but that was never enough to give her the papers. I couldn’t even bring myself to signing it but the moment she asked for it, I knew it was time
I cannot say I do not think of Eleanor but I really never wonder about her It’s been over three years since we saw or even spoke and nothing about it makes me sad or hopeless like Carlos is making it look.
He was there—right from Law school until the point Ashley broke up with me and I met Eleanor. He watched everything play out and even when Ashley came running to my firm for a job, he was so against it
badly in the Luckily, I am the Boss and I decide who stays, Ashley won several cases especially divorce cases which are her specialty. She hurt me so past when she broke up with me and turned to acting in adult movies. It messed with me for years and I just never thought I could be enough for anyone but then–she came back again, this time with her past wiped from the surface of the earth, a new identity and so I gave her the job.
“So what now?” Carlos‘ voice asked, bringing me from my thoughts.
“I need another sensitive and high–profile case”
“A bomicide then?” he asked, shuffling through the shelf. “Because we’ve got one that I was going to delegate.”
“I take it,” I responded without thinking twice. I was desperate for power, the type that came with winning a case. Carlos took the previous envelope and replaced it with a bunch of files. My brows knitted when I saw how many documents it was but Carlos gave me a thin–lipped look. “It is important to note that you cannot handle that case alone. It is quite complicated to the core”
“And that’s the exact reason I’ll be taking it,” I said with a small smile tugged on my lips. Complications excite me and that was what tempted me to see how things would turn in my last marriage.
Carlos looked like he was already having enough of my cocky attitude but he couldn’t say it to my face. No one could and nobody dared.
“Moreover, I have you.”
“That is not enough for the kind of case you’re attempting You need professionals working with you and the only IT guy we have downstairs is ju
one level above an intel”
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Carlos had a point and I was going to take the point because he was my friend. If not I’d never agree to being wrong to anyone, let alone taking their idea.
“I need you to get me a list of professional Investigators, Researchers, and the best Forensic analysts you can find in the country”
“I knew you’d need that and so I asked an associate for a list. I’ve got some names here. There’s The Spies, owned by Armani. It’s the biggest investigation firm in the US but there’s another with a very high success rate in cases. Dis Cover and it’s owned by one Nor Brown.”
“What would it take to have them?”
“For the former, an accessible schedule on their part, and for the latter, a seven–hour flight.”
“Schedule a meeting and we’ll get started.”
He gave a small nod and I stood up I had a bunch of things to do but first, I needed to know what was going on with Ashley. She sent a resignation letter with no explanation and I do not think anyone has that right. All hands should be on deck including hers, and if she’s no longer willing then 1 have to be the one to tre her and nor the other way aroun
“I be right back,” I told Carlos and grabbed my krys. I wasn’t going to tell him where I was beading to or how long I’d stay. Ever since mmy marriage with Eleanor ended, Carlos has grown some kind of resentment towards Ashley
He thinks she used her body to have made me divorce my wife without any form of emotion but was that really the case!
I have felt emotions and 1 fought against those emotions because I cannot be sulking over her or any other woman. Sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to about all of this but I had no one. My father, a billionaire who was busy with his company wasn’t the best listener and my mother who would have been the perfect one died merely a month after any marriage to Eleanor.
“Ourgh, fucking hell,” I muttered. I hated this–this feeling that grew in my chest whenever I thought about Eleanor and how long it’s been since
the divorce.
It was eating into me to think that despite the pretense, I still felt emotions like anger, void, yearning, and shit but that wasn’t all. There wa something else dorp inside and I needed to find out what
What else could I he feeling
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