CHAPTER 41
"What have you done, Jamie Quinn? Are you out of your mind? Call me." Click.
Herb's voicemail was no surprise but still cringeworthy. My plan was to return his call, let him vent, and then resign as Trustee. If he didn't fire me first.
After Duke left I tackled my voicemail. I was surprised to find a dozen messages from women wanting to hire me for paternity and family cases. One said she liked my style, another admired my killer instinct. Was I the new Gloria Allred, feminist lawyer fighting for women's rights? Maybe. I saved the messages just in case. I had to make a living somehow. It's not like Mr. Paws could afford Fancy Feast on his own, lazy cat.
I ate a peanut butter sandwich in the breakroom and then it was time to face the music.
"Hi Herb."
"There you are! I won'
