Chapter 134

Mandy

I’m sore in the best of ways as I cross my legs at my desk, going through some of the briefs Charity’s asked me to check up on.

One in particular catches my eye. It’s one we took over for another attorney we help out sometimes. The name rings a bell. Owen Fitzpatrick.

I can’t remember where I know it from. Pulling out my cell phone, I fire off a text to Dalton.

M: Where do I know the name Owen Fitzpatrick from?

D: That bitch from Wet Wanda’s - that’s her boyfriend.

M: Interesting. We have a file on him.

D: Really? Let me get back to you, babe.

“Hey, Charity,” I yell from the front area. “Do you know where these legal briefs came from? The ones we took over?”

She comes out of her office, a t-shirt on, which causes me to look twice.

“Fucking milk leaked. Dude I am too old for this.”

I laugh, laugh so hard I can’t speak. Eventually she joins in, and before we’re done, we both have tears streaming down our faces.