Chapter Ten
ANDREW
I look away from my computer screen and massage the bridge of my nose. I’ve been over and over this case about three times today and still can’t find anything that will help my client enforce the terms with their supplier. Another firm drafted the contract back when they signed it, and now it’s up to me to find a way to hold our client’s supplier’s feet to the fire, but when you had them sign a shitty contract with a thousand loopholes, that’s nearly impossible.
I glance at my watch and realize I was supposed to meet Finn for drinks down the street five minutes ago.
Shit.
Swiping my phone off my desk, I tap out a quick message to him.
Me: Sorry, running late. Be there in ten.
The message is marked read almost immediately, but he doesn’t bother texting back.
I gat
