Brett called Thursday afternoon and demanded I help him on Friday. I hated to close the shop going into a weekend, but I didn’t record the call so I had no choice. Again. One more week, I told myself as I walked into his office Friday morning. One more week and I’d be able to tell him to leave me alone.
“Thanks for your help again, Abby,” he gushed when I set my stuff down at the desk. “You really are a lifesaver.”
I hated to admit it, but his appreciation went a long way toward easing my frustration at being there. It was nice to know he needed me, that I was helping him.
“You’re welcome. What do you need help with today?”
He sighed. “I’ve got a trial starting in two weeks. I’m trying to gather everything I have for the case, but you know how I am with paperwork.” He looked embarrasse
