Chapter 53. Micah
MICAH
“What brought on the sale? I thought we weren’t entertaining any offers.” I prop my elbows on the table. In the booth behind Aunt Max, the Woman in Black rests her back against the wall, her Dr. Martens crossed at the end of the bench.
“With the impending lawsuit, Danny agreed it would be best.” Aunt Max reads my face. “Daniel Ash from legal. You met him a couple of times. Damn Scott. Wish I’d delved deeper into his track record before we hired him as creative director and made him partner.”
A server places two coffees on our table.
Aunt Max stirs a Splenda into hers. “My fault for not reviewing the billing sooner, could have turned around the overcharging before anyone got wind. Scott got desperate wanting to make the balance sheets look more successful than they were. Selling the client information to a third party and violating the nondisclosure agreement sealed our fate. The agency’s lucky Day she managed the trust until then.”
“Then you immigrated here . . .”
“And I got a job, because why not? I couldn’t just sit around doing nothing.” She looks at me, her eyes soft. “And one day, a little boy walked into my office . . .”