I felt bad going to Hardy's tonight, since I will have to tell Matt that he is being sued. Just before I left the office, Vince called me into his office once again and told me that this McCool character just called and was adding in a sexual assault charge. The fact that she decided to put that in extra in after she told Vince of the wrongful termination charge. Wouldn't you think to tell him about the sexual one too? The one thing seemed fishy to me. Not to mention that Matt would never cheat on his wife, Amy. They had been through too much together and Matt would never risk losing his family, Amy or their two year daughter Ruby.

I decided to tell Matt first, rather than wait. Hopefully he won't kick me out of the club. So I grabbed my bags and left, saying goodbye to Melina as she scrambled to finish up a last minute filing job.

When I got home, the TV was still on. Hopefully Evan cleaned up and went to work today. And I was pleasantly surprised when Evan came down the stairs, looking good in a pair of nice fitting jeans and a t-shirt which had some sort of plane on it. I smirked. Other than being a chef, little Evan had a thing for flying, even owning his own pilot license. He told me once that he loves being in the air, like nothing can slow him down.

"Did you go to work?" I asked and he nodded his head.

"Vickie was relieved of course. Apparently the restaurant was doing badly without me. She told me that she'd be in a mental institution if I didn't come in today. So thanks for pushing me, Mike."

"No problem. I just don't like to see you moping about and wasting your life away."

"I don't think I thought of Randy the entire time I was there to be honest." A grin spread a crossed both our faces.

"Good," I said and walked towards the kitchen. "Now, what will you make me for dinner?"

After a good meal cooked to perfection by Evan, I wanted nothing more than to curl up tonight with a book. Unfortunately I promised Evan to go out and I had to give Matt those papers. Evan, of course, had been horrified at the idea that Matt would do something like the things that he allegedly did.

Anyways, after changing the shirt that I was wearing, I changed when I got home, Evan and I headed downtown. Friday nights were crazy at Hardy's and hopefully we can manage to get in. I was praying that Glenn was working, since he will let us in as soon as he sees us. I had my briefcase with me, which from any point of view would look odd going into a club like this. I was just happy that I wasn't wearing a suit. From a block away I heard the loud music of the club pumping away. I haven't been out here in a while myself and I felt a major craving to dance.

When we got to Hardy's, it was pack, but I wasn't surprised. I tried to see over this huge guy's shoulders who was guarding the door. I was happy when I saw Glenn. Calling out to him, his head turned towards me. I saw a smile appear on his face before waving us over, and I couldn't help but smirk at the large amount of protests, many of them saying that they have been waiting for over an hour just to get in.

"Mike!" I turned to my left seeing Melina in rather large line up. I figured that she couldn't get in right away so I called over to Glenn.

"Hey, Glenn. Those guys are with us," I finished and I smiled when he shook his head, saying that they were allowed to get into the club. I moved through the crowds, clutching my briefcase to my chest. I couldn't help but nod my head to the music that was playing, Timbaland's If We Ever Meet Again. There was a set of winding stairs that was at the far end of the club, and I saw from a distance that Paul was there, guarding the stairs in case anyone decided to venture up them. Matt's room was right up there, as it so eloquently written on.

I glance back in the crowd to see Evan in the center of the dance floor, shaking his hips, just like he said he would. I had to do a double take when I saw Evan's ex come waltzing through the door, his latest arm candy fawning over him. I rolled my eyes and walked forward to Paul.

"Mr. Show," I called to him through his nickname. He smiles at me and nodded his head.

"Mike, long time no see. Matt is up there if you want to go up," he stepped aside and I made my made up the stairs.

I knocked a couple of times before entering. As soon as I shut the door behind me, the loud music faded and I was kind of relieved that I didn't have to talk to him over the roar of the music. Matt was behind the large desk at the back of the room, scribbling a few things down. I stopped and looked up at me, before getting to his feet.

"Mike! I was beginning to think that you had forgotten about me. No phone calls, no e-mails, nothing!" Matt said as he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I guess he could tell resistance to the hug and he looked at me with confusion in his eyes. "What's the matter?"

I took a couple of seconds to compose myself. I couldn't help but look around the room, picture of various people littered his walls. One of Matt and I when we were on vacation in the Dominican, pictures of Matt with his brother, Jeff; and a bunch with him and Amy and Ruby. I sighed and turned back to him, but Matt's face now showed worry instead of confusion.

"Mike, you're freaking me out here. What happened?" I opened my briefcase before taking out a few papers and handing it to him.

"You're being sued."