Icebreaker (23 page)

Read Icebreaker Online

Authors: Deirdre Martin

Tags: #Women lawyers, #Contemporary, #Legal, #General, #Romance, #Hockey players, #Fiction

“The lawsuit?”
“Yeah, that, and other shit.” He took another sip of beer.
“Girlfriend shit?”
“Yeah,” Adam admitted reluctantly. He really wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, but he knew what a pushy bastard Anthony was: he wouldn’t let up until Adam gave him a complete report.
Adam unenthusiastically recounted what had gone down between him and Sinead. Anthony closed his eyes while Adam talked, nodding occasionally like an old priest hearing confession. When Adam was done, Anthony’s eyed popped open and he announced, “You’re wrong on this one, bro.”
“What?”
“Listen: you work with guys and only guys. Level playing field. That’s not how it is in the real world. Wanna know why Vivi left Paris, the supposed gastronomic capital of the world?”
“Why?”
“Because being a chef there is a man’s game. Female chefs don’t get treated with the same respect, not only by the public, but also among chefs themselves. It’s double-standard bullshit, and she didn’t want to deal with it. So she came here.”
“What’s this got to do with me?”
“It’s the same with Sinead,” Anthony reasoned. “Didn’t you say she’s the only female partner in her firm?”
“Yeah.”
“Then she must have to bust her balls to be taken seriously. I’ll bet you anything that she makes less than a guy doing the same job.”
“Look, get off your feminist soapbox, okay?” Adam was annoyed. “She has a chance to call these guys on their double standard, but instead, she’s willing to put us on ice.”
Anthony snorted. “Oh, boo-fucking-hoo. What if she calls them on their shit and she loses her job? Who’s gonna support her? You?”
Adam glared at him.
“If you stick to your guns, you get respect,” Anthony continued. “If she sticks to her guns and continues seeing you, she gets canned. It’s as simple as that.”
“It’s not right,” Adam insisted.
“No shit,” said Anthony, looking at him like he was a moron. “But that’s how it is. If that’s what she needs to do to survive politically, who the hell are you to tell her you’re disappointed in her? And it’s not as if she’s dumping you; it’s just a temporary split.”
“It’s an issue of integrity.”
“She
is
maintaining her integrity! She broke up with you so when they put her on the hot seat, she’s not lying about it.”
Adam frowned. “It’s splitting hairs.”
“That’s what attorneys do. They split hairs,” Anthony said heatedly. “Man, I don’t know how she didn’t pop you one. Seriously. I know things are really clear on the ice and in the locker room. But outside that frozen cocoon you and my brother work in, the world’s not black and white. You were an asshole.”
Adam was silent. Up until now, he hadn’t second-guessed himself regarding his conversation with Sinead. But Anthony was messing with his ability to think clearly.
It’s not a black-and-white world, asshole
. But that’s how he’d always viewed things.
Adam gulped down a slug of beer, eyeing his friend warily. “What would you do if you were me? And it better not involve making a flourless torte.”
Anthony didn’t hesitate. “I’d go to see her, swallow a huge piece of humble pie, tell her I understand why she has to do this, and that I’ll wait for her.”
“I know her,” Adam said ruefully. “She’ll tell me to take a hike.”
“You’d deserve it.”
Adam shot him a dirty look.
“For a guy who prides himself on being the king of the ice, you seem to be a bit frightened by the lady,” observed Anthony. “WWMD: what would Moe do? That’s what you need to ask yourself.”
“Moe would get her in a headlock and take a hammer to her skull,” Adam deadpanned. “I’m not sure that would go over too well with Sinead.”
“Then apologize. It’s that simple.”
“I’m just telling
you to watch your ass, Oliver.”
Sinead tried to ignore the dismissive frown on her friend’s face as she told him what Jeff had said at their meeting this morning: that they didn’t want her bringing Oliver into the loop on Joyce Toys, and that they’d made some subtle comments about partners who lack discretion.
“I do have too much on my plate,” said Oliver. He pointed at a stack of manila folders on his desk. “See those babies? I haven’t even looked at them yet.”
“It was the way he said ‘too much,’ ” said Sinead. “Like an insinuation. Like it wasn’t about workload.”
“Here, I can use ‘too much’ in a sentence, too: You worry too much.”
“And you worry too little,” Sinead shot back. “I swear to God, if you get canned, I’ll shoot myself.”
“I’m not gonna get canned, baby doll. I’m the firm’s star litigator. Have been for years. I pull their asses out of the fire all the time.”
“Just watch it, okay? Seriously.”
“If it doth pleaseth my lady, I will.” He slicked back his hair with his hand. It didn’t much help. He still looked slightly unkempt.
“Want a comb?” Sinead offered.
“Nah, don’t need one.”
“Let me at least fix your tie. It looks like a chimp knotted it.”
“Fine, fine.” Oliver sat down next to her on the couch, chin up, while Sinead began fixing his tie. “How’d my plan go over with Adam?”
“That’s a dangerous question, considering my hands are so close to your neck.”
Oliver looked taken aback. “What happened?”
“I ran the plan by him, and he blew a gasket, telling me this was my big chance to stand up to the partners, blah blah blah. He actually told me I was gutless and that he was disappointed in me. Long story short, it’s over.”
“Whoah, whoah, whoah.” Oliver stilled her hands on his neck. “He said those things to you?
You?
”
“Yup.” Sinead hated thinking about it.
“Sounds like he needs a good Oliver Casey ass kicking if you ask me.”
Sinead’s nerves jumped. “Please don’t do that, Oliver. You would just end up bleeding all over the office. Besides, I’m still working on his case, remember?”
Oliver frowned. “Forgot.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t.” She was just finishing with his tie when there was a short knock, and Jeff Kaplan stuck his head in the door.
“Good to see someone is making sure you look halfway presentable in court this morning,” he remarked to Oliver.
“Mornin’, Jeff,” Oliver said cheerily.
“Still haven’t hired a new secretary?”
“In the process,” said Oliver collegially. Which Sinead knew was a lie.
Jeff was unsmiling. “Try not to drive the next one away, please.”
“Will do.”
Jeff turned his attention to Sinead. “Got a minute?”
“Of course.”
“Catch you on the rebound, snookyookums,” Oliver said to Sinead with a delicate wave of his fingers as she started out the door behind Jeff.
Sinead looked over her shoulder and glared at him. His response was to blow her a kiss. Sinead just shook her head. Her mother’s expression for Oliver was “a pip.” And he was. Life without Oliver would be terribly boring.
Uneasiness overtook her as she walked alongside Jeff. Maybe they’d discussed it among themselves and decided they didn’t believe her. She hoped not.
“You and Oliver are close,” Jeff noted casually.
“We are.”
“Do you have any pull with him?”
Sinead gave a short laugh. “Not really. What’s up?”
Jeff pressed his lips into a hard line. “A number of people have remarked to me that they’ve seen Oliver falling-down drunk on several occasions. That doesn’t reflect well on the firm.”
Sinead hesitated a moment. “Between you and me, Jeff, I thought Oliver had special dispensation. Kind of.”
“To a point,” said Jeff tersely. “We knowingly put up with a great deal from Oliver; but his drinking and womanizing are getting out of hand.”
“I see.” Sinead felt embarrassed for her friend.
“If you could talk to him and tell him he’s got to tone it down a bit, we’d really appreciate it. We’d even pay for him to go to rehab. We don’t want to lose him.”
“I’ll do what I can,” Sinead promised. Oliver would have a fit.
She thought that was all, so she was surprised when Jeff ushered her into his office. Twice in one day.
“Sit.”
Jeff’s cordial expression turned serious. “I had Thomas print out the billings by partner spreadsheet.” Thomas was Jeff’s longtime paralegal.
“Yes?”
Jeff looked uncomfortable. “Your billing was the lowest.”
“Oh.” Sinead didn’t know what to say.
“Sinead, I know you like to help out ‘the little man,’ as it were. But you’ve taken on too many charity cases this year. We need you to take on more corporate work, like the Perry case and Joyce Toys. Don, Terry, and I would like you to make an effort to close out your lower-billing cases as soon as possible. Settle and bargain if you have to.”
“I see.”
It all comes down to money,
Sinead thought.
Always has. But isn’t that why you got into law? As a way to make sure you’d never, ever have to struggle the way your parents did?
“Your problem is you’ve got a big heart,” Jeff said warmly. “How many people from your old neighborhood still owe us money for legal work you’ve done for them?”
Sinead squirmed. “A few. But I know they’re good for it, Jeff. Believe me.”
“I’m sure they are. But I need you available to work on bigger cases. Especially with our primary litigator being so . . . busy.”
“I see,” Sinead said again quietly. “I promise I’ll try to wrap those cases up as soon as possible, Jeff.”
Her boss smiled at her. “I know you will. You’ve never let us down.”
21
Anticipation and fear.
Those were the emotions battling for dominance as Adam and the Blades sat on the bench waiting for Esa Saari, who was ten minutes late to afternoon practice. At first it was clear that everyone felt sheer annoyance; but the longer the minutes ticked on, the more anxious the players became. Coach Dante could have let them out on the ice to warm up while they all waited, but he wanted to make the point both to Saari and the team that when one of them screwed up, it screwed everyone else up. Inwardly, Adam was enraged. But outwardly, his demeanor was detached.
Little shit
. Saari’s continued and flagrant disregard for the Blades and the sport of hockey itself was incomprehensible to Adam, especially after the dressing down he’d already received. Did the kid really think that being an extraordinary player allowed him to be a self-centered, egotistical jerk? Saari had been good about keeping his name out of the gossip pages, but there was still a smugness about him that Adam was determined to expunge.
Adam glanced at Michael, who was standing by the locker room door, his face red with fury. He motioned Adam over. “I wanna break that fuckin’ little
farabutto
’s neck.”
“Yeah, I hear ya,” Adam said grimly. “Not that I know what
farabutto
means.”
“You don’t wanna know, believe me,” said Michael, his dark eyes flashing. “The fucker is lucky Ty isn’t here today. He wouldn’t make it from the door of his car to the rink alive.” Michael grimaced, digging his fingers into the back of his neck to massage it. “I’m going to lock the doors. Send a message.”
“I have an idea,” Adam offered. “Let him come in here and see how his disrespect impacts everyone. He’ll get to see the resentment in their eyes.”
“He’s got five minutes to see resentment. Then I lock the door and he’s fined and benched.” Michael checked his watch again. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
“Take some deep breaths,” Adam urged. “I don’t want you throwing an embolism before he gets here.”
“Speaking of embolisms, that dipshit Rawson paid a visit to Ty again.”

Other books

Then Hang All the Liars by Sarah Shankman
Rock Bottom by Canosa, Jamie
Fire And Ice by Diana Palmer
The Living Years by Mike Rutherford
Paragaea by Chris Roberson