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one is ready to make a deal,” David said. “Tell him his old partner is about to release a campaign to show the truth of all their financials and what really happened in the beginning.”

“Which was?” I asked.

“Your first client stole everything possible to make the technology work,” David said. “Bits and pieces of other IP’s and it went unnoticed. Until now. If he wants to push forward, then the second client will push back with that. Meaning they need to both shut their fucking mouths and walk away.”

I nodded. “Then what happens to the patent?”

“Stays where it is,” Jacob said.

“Perfect,” I said. I shut the folder. “Now someone type all of that up for me. I want references, notations, and make it look like I’m half smart.” I pointed. “Just half smart though. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” David said.

“Now get out of here,” I said. “Find something else to learn.”

The three hurried out of the office as I spotted Jackson walking toward my office.

He poked his head in. “I need a lawyer.”

“For what?” I asked.

“I’m being accused of theft.”

“Theft?”

“I stole Callie’s heart,” he said.

“Oh, fuck,” I said. I rolled my eyes. “You’re a prick, man.”

Jackson laughed. “What? Don’t be jealous of me.”

“I’m not.”

“Oh, I think you are,” Jackson said as he walked to my desk. “Want me to explain why?”

“Sure,” I said.

He put his hands to the desk and smiled. “I fucked my coworker. I fucked the woman I hated the most. I fucked my frenemy. I married her for money. I did everything wrong yet it all turned out perfectly fine. And the sex now? Some mornings I wake up and look at my dick and I swear the thing smiles back at me.”

“Your dick smiles back at you?”

“Yeah,” Jackson said. “The hole… it kind of curves and looks like a smile.”

“If your dick hole is curved, you need a doctor,” I said.

“I bet yours is a frown. Tired of shooting loads down the drain. Tired of seeing the palm of your hand.”

I took a deep breath. “You came all the way over here to break my balls about Miranda?”

“Of course I did. What’s a best friend for?”

“How about you try being supportive?” I asked. “Talk to me. I talk to you. Just talk about life.”

“No way,” Jackson said. “Not with you. My life is perfect. I don’t need your sad life brushing up against mine.”

“Okay, get out of here,” I said. “Now.”

Jackson’s phone rang. “Oh, look at this… it’s Callie… she wants to FaceTime.”

A second later, Callie’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hey, sweetie,” Jackson said.

“Hey,” Callie’s voice said. “Where are you?”

“I’m at Liam’s office. Picking the pieces of his life up off the floor.”

“What happened?” Callie asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “It’s just your husband being the giant prick that he is.”

“Jackson,” Callie said. “Will you leave him alone?”

“Can’t do that,” Jackson said. “What’s going on, sweetie?”

“Just wanted to let you know, I got Donelly to sign.”

“No fucking way,” Jackson said.

“Yup,” she said. “It’s a great deal too.”

“You poached another one from me,” he said.

“See you later.”

“Callie, wait,” Jackson said.

“What?” she asked.

“Liam is having a rough one here,” Jackson said. “How about you flash him really quick? Cheer him up?”

Jackson turned his phone around.

I put my hand up and braced myself… just because I wasn’t sure how crazy Callie was.

“I’m not going to do it, Liam,” Callie said.

“Okay. Good. I mean… you know… I’m sure your… I’m sure they’re good looking…”

“Goodbye, Liam. Goodbye, Jackson.”

Callie ended the call.

“You’re an asshole,” I said to Jackson.

“That I am,” he said. “But, hey, I was willing to give you a peek. I don’t mind. We’re best friends. Right?”

“I don’t want to see Callie’s tits,” I said. “Ever.”

“You sure about that? They’re fucking amazing, man.”

“Okay, what is it that you wanted, Jackson?” I asked.

“Gym and drinks later?”

“Of course,” I said.

He slapped the desk. “Perfect. And, hey, I’m just fucking around. Okay? I’m trying to be happy for you. I know you hate me sometimes, but my best friend who had shaggy hair, used to skateboard while smoking a joint, looking like a bum. Remember that?”

“That was a long time ago,” I said. “We’ve all changed.”

“I just miss you, man. I feel like ever since you popped the question, it’s been different. You’ve been different. This whole thing…”

“You don’t have to like Miranda.”

“I know that.”

“But respect me. And her.”

“I do,” he said. “She’s just not the one, man.”

“You’re not me, Jackson.”

“I’m like your right hand.”

“I have a ton of work here…”

“And as your right hand, I

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