CHAPTER-THIRTY-TWO:
As we walked to the restaurant, I got a better sense of civil cases. Christian hadn't yet filed a complaint, but just threatened one. I felt queasy in the stomach, so I checked in with Christian to see if I got called in. If he got my hand and filed charges against me, I'd go to jail. My biggest fear wasn't being sued - at worst, he'd take my savings account - but getting seized by him. Dylan squeezed my shoulder when he saw I was worried about Troy. "You'll be fine. I'm actually a pretty good lawyer when I'm in the right mood." I smiled. As we walked to the backroom where the computer was for security, Calvin wasn't very happy to see us. He stuck up his nose and turned his head away from us. His response was cool. "This could make you lose your job here," he said. "Just like your restaura
- Writer
