Chapter Fourteen
Zoe
I looked across my desk at Jana and bit back a laugh. We were on a conference call with another law firm, actually the same firm representing the i***t who’d punched Ethan, and Jana was making faces at the phone. I leaned forward and tapped the mute button.
“Stop it! You’re going to make us both laugh,” I hissed.
Jana rolled her eyes and brushed a lock of purple-streaked hair out of her eyes. “Why are you whispering? You muted the speaker.”
I shook my head and gave into the urge to laugh. “Point taken. Oh my God. Ted loves to hear himself talk. I swear he’s talked for about ten minutes on the same point.”
Jana gave the phone another eye roll. “That’s his thing. Yawn. He annoys the hell out of me. Why do so many people hire him?”
“Because he knows how to market,”
