Chapter 17
The office isn’t empty on a Saturday, but it’s noticeably quieter than on weekdays.
I reach for my mug, swallowing another large gulp of coffee while I simultaneously click to a new page of the scanned document.
I’ve been here since six a.m., and I still have three hundred twenty-six pages to review.
There’s a very good chance I won’t make it through it all and have time to drive to Atlantic Crest in time for dinner tonight, which is why I never mentioned the possibility to Rory.
“Hey, Flynn. You still working on the Harbor Point MetroHealth deal?”
I glance up to see Jake standing beside my cubicle. He’s holding a mug as well, likely from the kitchen around the corner.
“Yep.” I swig more coffee, hoping a jolt of caffeine will help me focus. “What are you working on?”
He exhales. “The Lowell divorce. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but being a third-year isn’t much better than starting out. Not if you want to make partner by thirty at least.”
I fake cheers him with my cup. “Something to look forward to.”
He chuffs. “Yeah. Showing up on a Saturday is a good start. People take notice of that dedication.”
“Didn’t have much of a choice to get this completed on time,” I admit. “But thanks.”
Jake nods. “Good luck.”
I get through another fifty pages before my phone begins buzzing. At this rate, I’ll never get through the rest of the documents. But I haven’t talked to Rhody in a few weeks, so I pick up.
“Hey, man,” I answer, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder so I can continue clicking.
“You moved?”
Ah fuck.
“You’re at my place?”
“Is it your place? Because the doorman seems to think otherwise.”
“Yeah. I mean, no, it’s not my place anymore. I moved out.”
“What? When? Why? This building is awesome. I wanted to use the pool.”
“It’s a long story.” I grab the foam ball with the firm name off my desk, squeezing it a few times. Suddenly extra stressed. “I haven’t seen you since I moved, or I would have mentioned it.”
“What’s your new address? I’ll come over.”
“I’m not home. I’m at work.”
Rhody laughs once. “What? It’s a Saturday, and I thought you said you were at work.”
“Fuck off, man. You heard me right. This is a big case.”
He whistles. “Damn, dude. Make sure you mention this the next time your dad is being an ass.”
I squeeze the ball tighter. “Yeah, I will.”
“Okay, well, are you going to make it to Graham’s birthday party tonight? You’ve barely been around this summer. Aren’t you done with all the bar exam stuff by now?”
“Yeah, I’m done. Where’s the party?”
“His parents’ new Southampton house. They just finished construction a few weeks ago. I’ll send you the address, but you literally can’t miss it. They built on the Windsor lots.”
“I’ll try to make it.”
“Don’t try. See you there.”
We hang up, and I resume clicking.