humor, but when she thought about how much work she had ahead of her, she knew she’d have to decline. Reasons for saying yes and no volleyed in her mind.
“Come on! I can tell by your silence that you’re probably thinking of an excuse to tell me why you can’t come. We all have a lot on our plates,” Alana said as if she had read Cadence’s mind. “We all need a break sometimes, Cay. Come let down your hair. I won’t keep you out too late.”
What else could she tell her? “Aw, what the hell! I’ll be there.”
Alana’s piercing squeal caused Cadence to pull the phone away from her ear. “I promise it will make you feel a little better.” Cadence shook her head, chuckling at her friend. “Oh. I forgot to tell you,” Alana said. “I’m meeting a few folks from the organization there, also. They’ll arrive around seven. We have to hash out some details for our next mixer. You and I can meet right after work so that by the time they show up, if you want to head home, you can, but you are more than welcome to stick around. It shouldn’t take long for us to handle our business. Please don’t say you won’t come because of that.” Cadence could hear the pleading in Alana’s voice.
“Okay.” She dragged the word, stretching out the response. “See you at six.”
“Yeah!” Alana squealed again.
Cadence cringed and then she heard a light tapping at her office door. “I gotta run. See you later,” she whispered into the receiver.
“Blake will be there,” Alana added just before she disconnected.
Cadence acted as if she hadn’t heard what Alana said, but her core tightened slightly at the mention of Blake’s name. “Come in,” she caroled, rounding her desk as she headed back to her chair.
Adam Benjamin, her direct boss and one of the partners whom she held in high esteem, stuck his head in her door. “Morning, Cadence.”
Cadence stood, offering a polite nod and smile. “Morning, Mr. Benjamin.”
Adam looked behind himself before entering her office completely as if he was sneaking around. “I just want to say you’re doing a great job. Keep up the good work.” He clasped his hands. “You never know who’s watching.” His friendly smile warmed the atmosphere.
Cadence dipped her head. “Thank you, sir. I’ll keep that in mind.” Out of all of the partners at the firm, Adam had always managed to make Cadence feel welcome, in a sincere and professional kind of way. Had the decision of making her senior counsel been solely up to him, she would have had the position already. Unfortunately, it took more than Adam’s approval.
Cadence should have been elated about Adam’s surprise drop-in. Despite the enlightening fact that he had let her know she was on their radar, she couldn’t keep her mind from slipping back to what Alana had said before she ended their call. “Blake will be there.” Why would Alana say that? Why should I care? She had to admit to herself that despite his apparent arrogance and obvious playboy ways, he was absolutely gorgeous.
Cadence saw him staring at her from across the bar the other night, but when all those women—beautiful, voluptuous and ultrathin women—continued to pour all over him, she decided she probably wasn’t his type. She found herself a corner and stayed holed up in it until Alana was ready to go.
“Blake will be there.” Alana’s voice replayed in her head and tingling sensations that had long since become unfamiliar to her came rushing back with fervor. She felt like a teen with a secret crush—one that would have to remain undisclosed. He was an attorney. She remembered her vow to stay away from his kind. Furthermore, with her limited dating history, she wasn’t equipped to handle a real-life playboy. She needed to keep her heart at a safe distance.
When Cadence finally looked up at the clock, it was well past two in the afternoon. She blinked and moved her eyes toward the glass clock on her desk. She hadn’t moved from her chair in hours. Twisting her head, Cadence tried to work out the kinks that had settled in her neck and shoulders. Then she stood, raising her arms over her head for a quick stretch.
“Come in,” she said in response to the urgent rapping at her office door.
The nervous look on the office assistant’s face caused the kinks that she had just worked out to stiffen in her shoulders. “Uh...Cadence...we have an—” Amy Fisher’s mouth formed as if she was going to say issue, but before she could get it out, Richard McLennan came stumbling through Cadence’s office door.
Immediately, Cadence was on her feet. Before she could catch herself, she’d released an audible gasp at the sight of her disheveled client. If his reddened complexion and tousled hair didn’t leave her questioning what the heck was going on, then the huge shiner adorning his right eye certainly raised its own barrage of questions.
“Richard!”
“Cad...” Richard cleared his throat as he staggered toward her. “Cadence! I want that tramp arrested!”
Cadence quickly rounded her desk, catching Richard just before he fell into the back of a chair.
“Richard! Look at me,” Cadence ordered, wiggling his chin to get him to look directly at her.
His focus wandered aimlessly as he tried to talk. “She socked me right in the eye!” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he hiccuped. “I’m suing her for every dime she’s got,” Richard slurred, and Cadence’s senses were assaulted by the strong odor of coffee and whiskey that permeated the air around him. She assumed he’d started his day with a couple of hot toddies.
“Amy, get him a cup of black coffee and meet me in the conference room.” Cadence snaked her arm under Richard’s and guided him out of her office through a sea of inquisitive stares from coworkers, and into the conference room. Richard, a crumpled mess, had been mumbling all along the way.
Once she successfully planted his sinewy body in a chair, Cadence took a deep breath, once again taking in the sharp odor of whiskey that wafted from his mouth. She paced a few times as she tried to gather herself before asking her next set of questions. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing.
Amy scurried into the room with a steaming cup of black coffee and tried to get Richard to drink some. His head bobbed as if he had no control of his neck. Amy had to support his chin to get his mouth to the rim. Tipping the cup, she got him to swallow a few sips before placing it down on the sturdy mahogany table.
Cadence sent Amy to get Adam so she would have another attorney in the room before she began asking Richard questions. She was at least thankful that he’d begun to calm down a little. He had stopped mumbling incoherently and was now drinking the coffee on his own.
Cadence jerked when Richard slammed the cup against the conference table. “I need another cup!” he barked.
Amy was just about to enter the room, but instead nodded at Cadence, exiting swiftly toward the break room.
“What’s going on here?” Adam’s voice bellowed as he entered the room. Rearing his head back at the sight of the large purple-and-black ring surrounding Richard’s eye, Adam looked back and forth between Cadence and Richard. “What the hell happened?”
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