Forty-One – Harrison
FORTY-ONE
HARRISON
A few hours later, I step out of my car and walk into the shiny building that houses S&HP. Taking the elevator to the fiftieth floor, I step inside my client’s office.
“Did you break up with my girlfriend yet?” he asks, barely looking up from his phone. “She’s still bugging me about Bora Bora, so let me know if I need to file a restraining order.”
“I’m here to give you a refund.” I drop the envelope—and the unsigned contract—on his desk. “You’ll need to end things with her yourself.”
He blinks. “What?” He shuts the door. “That’s literally why I keep you on retainer.”
“You can take me off now,” I say. “I’m letting you go as a client—effective immediately.”
“It better be because you’re going out of business.”
“No. It’s because you’re a terrible fucking person.” I level my gaze at him. “And I’m just now seeing the light.”
He scoffs. “Today must be April Fool’s Day. That’s the only reason you’d be standing in here, lecturing me about morality.”
I don’t respond. I don’t need to.
I’ve already decided the next call I make won’t be to a client.
It’ll be to someone who still deserves to hear the truth.
Even if she never wants to hear it from me again.