“It’s already taken care of,” he said, cutting her off. “No worries.” He gave her a reassuring smile and asked Mr. Greenwood to walk her out to her car. Then he turned and looked at me.

“Andrew, Andrew, Andrew…” He sighed. “I think you need some time off. I’ll take over this case, alright? And Mr. Greenwood and I will be in contact with any of your clients who have cases within the next few weeks.”

“You’re overreacting,” I said. “It’s one f**king case.”

“One f**king case that you’re on the verge of losing.”

“I never lose.”

“I know.” He patted me on the shoulder. “Go home, Andrew. You’ve actually never taken a vacation anyway. Maybe it’s what you need right now.”

“No.” I grabbed my briefcase. “I’ll see you at the Reber consultation tomorrow morning.”

He called after me, but I ignored him. I sped back to GBH, prepared to immerse myself in more work. I was avoiding my condo as much as possible lately; I could hardly stand to be there.

Unopened condoms lined my wet bar—a reminder of how long it’d been since I had pu**y, empty liquor bottles lined all of my window sills, and my Cuban cigar selection was long gone.

“Are you okay, Mr. Hamilton?” the main secretary asked as I walked through the firm’s doors.

I ignored her. Too many people were asking me that question lately and I was tired of hearing it.

I shut myself inside my office and pulled my phone’s chord out of the wall. I didn’t need any distractions.

For the rest of the morning, I read over my files in utter silence—not even answering emails from my own clients.

“Jessica!” I called her once the clock struck noon. “Jessica!”

“Yes, Mr. Hamilton?” She walked in right away.

“Is there any reason why you suddenly decided to stop organizing my case files by date?” I slid a folder across the desk. “Any reason why you’ve decided to stop doing your goddamn job?”

“You think I actually have time to organize all your case files by date? Do you know how long that takes?” She raised her eyebrow. “That was Miss Everhart’s idea. I told her it was a waste of time, but I guess not. If I have some free hours in between the Doherty case next week I’ll try to do that.”

“Thank you.” I ignored the fact that my heart skipped a beat when she said Miss Everhart. “You can get out of my office now.”

I pulled the papers from the file and began reorganizing them. As I clipped all of the witness testimonies together, Jessica cleared her throat.

“You miss her, don’t you?” she asked.

“Excuse me?” My head shot up.

“Aubrey,” she said, smiling. “You miss her, don’t you?”

I said nothing. I just watched as she sauntered over to me, slowly raising the sides of her skirt to show that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Smiling, she picked up my coffee cup and took a long, dramatic sip.

“Jessica…” I groaned.

“You don’t have to admit to it.” She plopped her bare ass atop my desk. “But it’s clear that you haven’t been yourself for quite a while...”

“Are your ass cheeks touching my desk right now?”

“You don’t even insult me the normal way that you used to,” she said. “I actually miss that.”

I pulled out a box of Clorox wipes.

“She doesn’t stay in her old apartment anymore, you know. I think she moved.”

“What makes you think I care about where an ex-employee lives?”

“Because the address you gave me for that envelope and red box delivery belonged to her.”

“That was for an old friend.”

“Yeah, well…” She slid off my desk. “Your old friend must share an address with Aubrey Everhart because I pulled up her records from HR and she definitely stayed there.”

Silence.

“I thought so.” She smirked. “So, since you and I are so close—”

“We are not close.”

“It’s my duty as a friend to let you know that you’re really letting yourself go...” She actually looked saddened. “You’re not shaving, you’re coming to work every morning reeking of alcohol, and you’re barely yelling at the interns…I haven’t had a wet dream about you in a very long time.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, wiping the part of my desk where her ass had been.

“But, since I know your secret about Aubrey now, you can know one of mine,” she said, lowering her voice. “Sometimes, in the mornings, when she would bring you your coffee and shut the door, I would stand outside and listen…” Her eyes lit up. “And I would just pretend that it was me…”

“Pretend what was you?”

“Aubrey,” she said. “Clearly she was good enough for you to break the ‘I don’t f**k my employees’ rule.” She stepped toward the door. “I knew the second she started here that you liked her.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course I don’t.” She looked over her shoulder. “But I do know that the second she quit, you’ve been a shell of yourself. You have yet to realize that you’ve been wearing the same blue suit for two weeks straight.”

I took a long swig of scotch from the bottle, numbly staring at the images that were playing on my television screen. A little blond girl playing in the rain—stomping her red boots in every puddle she could find.

“It’s time to go, Emma…”

I winced at hearing the sound of my old voice, but I continued watching the scene.

“Five more minutes!” She begged with a smile.

“You don’t even know what that means. You’ve just heard me say it…”

“Five more minutes!” She jumped into another puddle, laughing. “Five more minutes, Daddy!”

“It’s going to rain all week. Don’t you want to go home and—”

“No!” She stomped her feet in a puddle again, splashing me. And then she smiled innocently into the camera before running away—begging me to chase her.

I couldn’t bear to watch anymore. I turned off the TV and knocked the DVD player to the floor.

Fuck…

Walking down the hallway, I straightened the “E” and “H” frames that hung on the wall—trying my best not to look too hard.

I didn’t need to make myself another drink tonight. I needed someone to talk to.

I grabbed my phone from the night-stand, scrolling down my contacts for the one person who’d once kept the nightmares at bay. Aubrey.

It rang four times and went to voicemail.

“Hi. You’ve reached Aubrey Everhart,” it said. “I’m unable to take your call right now, but if you leave your name and number I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

The second the beep sounded I hung up. Then I called again, just to listen to that small snippet of her voice. I told myself that I wasn’t being pathetic by calling her five times—knowing damn well that she wasn’t there, but when I called the sixth time, she picked up.