It has to do with an apology."
"You're not here because of the settlement?" He wasn't fooled, but decided to play along for the time being.
"I came to apologize for storming into your office and for the things I said. I'm not here about that stupid, insulting settlement offer, which I have repeatedly rejected. I'd think that by now you'd get the message." With a visible effort, she managed to keep her anger in check.
Roy's own anger was rising. "Everyone's interested in money, Julie, so don't even bother pretending otherwise. Let's both be honest, shall we? You aren't going to get a better offer, so just sign the papers my attorney mailed you and be done with it."
"I believe I already told you what I think of that," she muttered. She slid closer to the edge of the upholstered chair. Soon she was barely perched on the cushion at all. He thought she might be in danger of slipping onto the floor.
"You're holding out for more money, aren't you?"
She bolted to her feet as if someone had pinched her. "You're impossible, you know that? I came here in good faith - "
"Good faith?" Roy didn't see it that way. Not when she said one thing and wanted another. But ultimately, human nature at its most basic couldn't be defeated.
"I thought we'd made some progress, you and I, and...well, I can see you're hopeless."
"Me?" he shouted. "You're the one who's got her eye on the almighty dollar."
"I don't want any of your stupid money! Why can't you get that through your head?"
"Because you're just like every other woman."
Her eyes seemed to grow wider. "Now you're insulting not only me but every woman alive."
"Yes, well, if the shoe fits."
Hands on her hips, Julie glared at him. "Then I guess you know what you can do with your shoe."
He glared right back. Standing, he reached for his phone and punched in the number for security. "Please send somebody to escort Ms. Wilcoff from the building."
Julie's mouth sagged open in what appeared to be shock. "Thank you very much, but I can see myself out." She started for the open door, every step filled with indignation. She got halfway across the room before she swung around and said, "I really tried, you know."
"Julie, just sign the settlement." They would put an end to this, once and for all. Then they could move on, maybe explore the possibilities between them. He'd be willing to overlook this flaw; no doubt he had flaws of his own. Naivete about the motives of others didn't happen to be one of them. "Just sign, okay?" he said wearily.
"No!"
Well, that answered that.
"Furthermore, I think you're - "
"Uh-uh," Roy said, holding up his finger. "You don't want to say something you'll regret."
The elevator doors opened before Julie had a chance to insult him. Jason, the guard from downstairs, loomed in the doorway. "You asked for security, Mr. Fletcher?"
If looks could kill, Roy would be six feet under. As best he could, he ignored Julie's death-dealing glare. "I did."
Jason gripped Julie by the elbow. "Once she's gone, is she allowed back in the building?"
Julie closed her eyes. Roy looked at her curiously - was she grinding her teeth? For whatever reason, the anger seemed to drain from her.
"Let's play that by ear," Roy told the guard. When she saw that she had no choice but to sign, then and only then would Roy be willing to see her. He insisted on at least that much honesty.
Julie lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "I've destroyed the papers your attorney mailed, and I will destroy any replacement papers."
"This is my final offer."
She grinned. "I should hope so." Still in Jason's firm grip, she turned and walked away. "Goodbye," she said over her shoulder. "And I mean that."
"I'll see that she leaves the building," Jason told Roy as he hustled her out the door.
"Thank you." Roy reclaimed his chair. Their conversation hadn't gone the way he'd wanted. He'd hoped they could find some common ground. His problem was that he genuinely liked her. Okay, so Julie was a little stubborn and clearly unreasonable. But now he was afraid he might never see her again, judging by that final goodbye. She'd probably just mail the signed attorney's contract, disgruntled that her ploy to get more hadn't succeeded. She'd settle for twenty-five thousand and she'd avoid him from this moment on.
The thought depressed him. Besides, he was in the right. It was Julie who'd been unreasonable, not him.
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