Twenty-Seven
J arold was a certifiable idiot. All he had to do was go to therapy. He didn’t even have to get anything out of it. Just go through the motions. But he was twenty-three and convinced he knew more than everyone else. And worse, he was riling up Scott’s other clients.
“I wanted to give you the head’s up before the press conference.” Buck told him.
“He’s holding a press conference? To say what? He’s being oppressed because the team said he had to go to therapy?
“To fire you. He called me because he thinks we should all fire you and teach you a lesson.”
“Shit.” Scott pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t worried about losing any clients, he was worried about Jarold’s future.
“As far as I know, he only got two other guys. Both idiots. Everyone else told him it’s stupid and just do the therapy.”
Scott’s phone beeped in his ear, signaling another call. He didn’t have to look to know Georgia was calling. “I gotta take this, but thanks for letting me know, Buck.”
“Anytime.”
Scott answered the incoming call. Before he could say one word, Georgia’s voice came through the ear bud.
“I’m on it. Jarold’s an idiot, but he’s a manageable idiot.”
“How did you hear?”
“Stanly.”
“Buck called me.”
“Like I said, I’m on it.”
“Maybe I should come back.”
“No, stay there. This isn’t a problem yet.”
Scott pulled into the parking lot of the hardware store so he could buy the grill he told Lauren he would. He’d been spending too much time with her. If he’d been more focused on his work, he would have seen the situation and stopped it before it became a thing.
“Scott…”
“What?”
“You couldn’t have done anything. Jarold is listening to his buddies and not one of them has an ounce of sense on their own let alone combined. Let me handle it and I’ll call you in if we need you.”