“So now I want to talk about my future at the firm.”
*****
“So how was work today, honey?” Joshua asked her, the question gently amused, as if they were some sitcom family from the eighties.
“Oh, not too bad,” Rachel replied, suppressing a grin. She spooned sauteed chicken onto her plate. “Finalized a settlement of over a hundred and fifty million dollars with Antioch Chemical, embarrassed a smug-ass prick of a lawyer, and quit my job.”
“That's nice,” Josh said. Then he did a double-take and dropped his fork with a clatter. “Wait. What?”
The kids were staring at her with expressions of muted horror. “Relax. It's not what it sounds like.” She took a sip of wine and smiled. “Oh, that's good.
“The firm got one third of the settlement money. That's forty-odd million dollars. My bonus for
