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Chapter 3

I make my way to Paul's gigantic office and knock lightly on the door.

His head's buried in a file.

''Come in,'' he says not bothering to look up.

I stroll inside and stand there a minute before he further acknowledges me. ''Suze, great to see you!''

Paul Slater looks like he could be on a soap opera. He's tall with olive toned skin and golden brown hair that curls at the nape of his neck. Enough to make any girl swoon.

We shake hands and he holds my grip for a second too long.

''Would you care for some water?'' he asks sitting down.

I sit on the chair opposite him.

''That'd be great.''

He buzzes his secretary. ''Martha, bring me two bottles of Trump Ice.''

Paul Slater, I realize, is the only person I know who would actually drink water with Donald Trumps face on the side.

''Martha'', a pretty young woman hurries in a second later with the waters.

''Mr. Slater,'' I suck-up after she leaves. ''I cannot tell you how sorry I am sir-.''

"None of this 'sir' business Suze. We're the same age here. How long have we known each other four-five months?''

''About a year'' I mutter.

There's a long pause.

''So call me Paul'' he smiles ''We're on a first name basis now.''

This is news to me.

''Suze, the reason I asked you here is simple. I've been paying for your services for about a year now, and I think that entitles me to a certain level of commitment.''

I hate the way he says 'services'. It makes me sound like a prostitute or something.

''You can be assured,'' I smile my sweetest smile. ''You are our top priority.''

Cee would be so proud.

''I'm glad to hear it,'' Paul smiles. ''However, I didn't feel like a top priority this morning. I assume CeeCee brought you up to speed about what happened this morning.''

I nodded. ''I understand Kelly caused some trouble for you during a binding arbitration.''

''She completely intruded my workspace'' Paul scoffed.

He takes a swig of his Trump Ice. "Would you like to hear my life philosophy, Suze?"

What?

''I'd love to.''

Paul stares straight at me and says "Everything's business. Everything. Treat your life that way, and the world is your oyster."

I'm not sure what to say to this exactly.

"That's amazing"

"Do you see what I'm getting at? How this applies to Kelly."

He's lost me.

"Yes sir. I'll handle Kelly." I assure him.

Paul shakes his head.

"She got to me today and I don't appreciate that."

"What exactly did she say when she barged in?" I ask trying to get a better idea.

"See for yourself," Paul reaches into his pant leg and pulls out a cell phone.

"It's the first text on the screen."

I open the message.

Paulie,

I miss the way you kiss me. I miss your eyes, your hands, your tongue, your two hour hardons-''

I snap the phone shut and hand it back to him.

"You get the picture." Paul smirks.

"So tell me when Kelly bursts into the room. How did the arbitrator take it?''

"She never came in contact with the arbitrator" Paul simply replies. "Kelly sent the semi-erotic text to me in the middle of the arbitration.''

I stare. "You had your cell phone on during a legal proceeding?!''

Note to self: Never hire Paul Slater as your lawyer.

"I'm only human and when I read the text I was utterly distracted."

I didn't understand.

"Cee said Kelly barged into the proceedings."

Paul shook his head.

"She wasn't there, but I felt her presence quite strongly," he glances down at his lap "If you follow."

Oh. My. God.

REALLY now?

"I'll talk to Kelly and I'll see she doesn't bother you again." I get up to leave.

Paul rises from his chair. "Why the rush? How about grabbing a late lunch with me. I'd like to find out what makes Suze Simon tick."

I feel my face flame up and I begin rambling about already eating and having to get back to the office.

"Do you always ramble when your nervous?" Paul teases.

Fuck. Paul Slater was definitely hitting on me.

"Another time then." He adds.

I can't get out of there fast enough.

Your Big Break's newest hiree, Amanda Porter, looks up and grins at me right as I enter the office from my little meeting with Paul.

''So? How was it?" She asks.

"I wish I could forget." I throw my purse down on my desk.

Amanda just started at Your Big Break Inc. last week and she's still going through all the training. She's only working part time while she finishes her psychology degree.

With the addition of Amanda, Your Big Break Inc. is now a five-man operation. There's Cee, Margaret-our secretary-, Trey McMicken, me and of course Amanda. We work on commission, except Margaret.

"Suze, can you read over my letter" Amanda asks when I'm situated at my desk.

"Sure."

The letter has the intentions of ending a 6 year friendship because the clients "best friend" stole her boyfriend.

I can see Amanda watching me intently as I read it.

I snort as I read the first sentence of the third paragraph.

"We were like two rabbits constantly humping-" I reread out loud.

"Should I take that out?" Amanda asks quickly.

"Not if it's a direct quote and the client specifically instructed you to use it."

I then continue reading out loud: "Your fiancé and I have been carrying on a torrid love affair for two months."

"I'm going for high drama remember?" Amanda laughs.

"Good girl" I nod.

"So when I deliver the letter should I wear a bullet proof vest or something?" she asks.

"Funny," I roll my eyes. "Just remember rule number two and you'll be fine."

"Rule number two?" she asks. Clearly she hadn't read her employee manual.

"Never reveal your last name." I recite. "It's not like you're in danger but you don't want to open yourself up to potentially harassing situations."

"Any advice for some standard lines I should use" Amanda asks.

She's nervous I can tell.

"Well, we try to avoid using run-of the mill excuses." I say flipping to the back page of my legal pad where I've written:

The 10 Biggest Breakup Excuses Redefined

1. Excuse: It's not you it's me.

Translation: It is definitely without a doubt one hundred percent you.

2. Excuse: We're better off as friends.

Translation: The thought of having sex with you turns my stomach.

3. Excuse: I think we should date other people.

Translation: I'm already dating other people.

4. Excuse: I don't deserve you.

Translation: I actually deserve someone much better than you.

5. Excuse: In another time or place this could have worked out.

Translation: If you were hotter/richer/less boring this could have worked out.

6. Excuse: I'm still getting to know myself, who I am, as a person.

Translation: I'm gay.

7. Excuse: I used to think you were the one. Now I'm not sure.

Translation: You weren't this fat when we started dating.

8. Excuse: I want space.

Translation: I want to sleep around.

9. Excuse: This hurts me as much as it hurts you.

Translation: My pain ends after this conversation. Your pain lives on forever.

10. Excuse: I'm getting back together with my ex.

Translation: I'm rather die alone than spend another second with you.

CeeCee walked into my office moments later.

"Simon, a 'Bryce' called a few times looking for you. He says it's urgent?'' she shrugs handing me the messages.

Oh crap. That's right. I'm supposed to convince Bryce's ex Debbie to consider reconciliation.

I sigh. "I promise I'd try to convince his ex-girlfriend to go to a wedding with him." I explain.

Cee draws in a deep breath. "I was afraid of that. Have you forgotten rule number 5?"

"Do not get personally involved." I mumble. "It's no big deal. I can handle it."

"Right." She says. "Well, you've got a client here. Her name's Maria DeSilva."

"Send her in" I wave.

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