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Asking for a Friend Meeting Mr. Banks
MARISSAEight minutes later and exactly, to the minute on time, yet another young woman came down a hallway to our right. “Mr. Bridges? Mr. Banks will see you now. Please follow me.”We did as she asked, being led to a conference room with a table the size of my house in the center of it. I was starting to wonder if this Mr. Banks had something to make up for, since his car, building and table were larger than life and he only seemed to have young attractive girls working in his office.I smirked, catching Layton’s eye. It was no wonder he had no use for such luxurious, ostentatious things. He had nothing to make up for.He narrowed his eyes questioningly, but I shook my head. I would have to remember to tell him later. He would get a kick out of it. At that moment, the conference room doors swung open again and a fifty-something man in an impeccable suit stepped through them. There were some gray strands interrupting his otherwise jet black hair and his eyes were almost the same colo
Asking for a Friend None of the Credit
LAYTONThree weeks after New Hampshire, I still hadn’t given Banks an answer to his odd request. I couldn’t really believe he would even ask such a thing, it was unheard of. As far as I knew, anyway. I’d done some homework since getting back from the meeting and it turned out that every property Banks owned had him listed as the architect.I didn’t know why the hell it was so important to him, but it was clearly something he’d been doing for a long time. Most architects didn’t have the money to cover the cost of a building if he threatened to pull out if they didn’t give him credit. I wasn’t most people.But I still hadn’t decided what I was going to do. Despite the fact that my inheritance was large enough to tide over several small countries for a year, and I’d had my own success and didn’t live too extravagantly. I had paid a small fortune for my apartment, but I figured that was both an investment and my sanctuary.My car was nice and I wore only tailored clothes. I wasn’t selfish
Asking for a Friend It Is a Big Deal
LAYTON“Do you think Banks would consider having both of your names on as architects? It’s still super unfair, but at least you don’t lose credit completely,” Marissa suggested, but I shook my head.“I asked him that about two weeks ago. He didn’t even hear me all the way out before he turned me down. I think he only took the call because he thought I was calling to tell him I would sign his NDA.”Marissa frowned, scrunching up her nose. “He’s being such a child about this. Like, ‘Yes, I like that. I must tell everyone I was clever enough to design it.’ What an idiot. Not even Annie would do something like that. At least I taught her to share. It doesn’t look like his mother succeeded in teaching him even that. Or some commonly accepted values like giving credit where credit is due.”“I don’t know what his issue is,” I shrugged, because his motivations didn’t change anything. He was adamant about canceling the agreement if I didn’t sign all credit over to him. He said it wasn’t worth
Asking for a Friend God Complex
MARISSAFrustrated over Layton’s attitude about Banks wanting to take credit for his design, I left the office after our meeting. The only good thing that had come out of the day was meeting Craig.Layton talked to me about Craig sometimes and he mentioned him often. I knew Craig was not only Layton’s preferred contractor, but also his best friend.Meeting him was a big deal for me, and I’d been nervous about it. But it turned out I didn’t have to be. Craig and I were on the same line of the same page about the Banks thing, and generally speaking, Craig seemed like a great guy.I was surprised by how relaxed and easygoing he was. Before I got to know Layton, I wouldn’t have thought there was one easygoing bone in his body. I definitely wouldn’t have expected his best friend to be a guy like Craig.He had an easy smile, could talk the ear off a donkey if he liked you it seemed, or listen seriously when the situation called for it. It didn’t hurt that he wasn’t an ugly guy either. In fa
Asking for a Friend Ballerina Angel
MARISSA“Beautiful,” I almost whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “You look like a ballerina angel.”“What’s a ballerina angel?” Annie giggled, scrunching up her nose.I shrugged. “It’s the most beautiful angel of them all.”She laughed again and then went back to studying her reflection in the mirror. “Do you think I need other shoes?”On her feet were silver slippers with tiny pink bows at the back of her ankles. She held her left foot up to me so I could get a good look at it. “No, baby. I think those are gorgeous. They go perfectly with that dress.”“That’s what I think, too.” Denise agreed. “You’re perfect, darling. Absolutely perfect. I think you’re ready to party.”“Agreed,” I said. “But I also think you should get out of that dress for now, before it gets dirty.”Annie tended to get dirt on her even when she slept, or that was what it felt like sometimes. I wasn’t one of those neurotic moms who refused to let their child get near dirt, I thought it was good for them to get
Asking for a Friend Another Video
LAYTONOne of the things I loved most about my apartment was the view. It was in one of Boston’s old corner buildings and had a hundred and eighty degree view of the city below.I sat in my kitchen with a glass of water in front of me, my tie hanging loosely around my neck. I was already dressed for the office party later, but I wasn’t in much of a party mood.If my girls weren’t coming with me and Marissa hadn’t mentioned earlier how excited Annie was about the party, I would have gone to do the opening and then come straight back home.A night on my couch sounded like a much better idea than a night out. Especially because it was a night out during which I had to make a decision I really didn’t want to have to make.I didn’t feel like there really was a right decision to make in my situation. Every time I thought I knew what I was going to do, I realized I didn’t actually want to do whatever it was I’d decided on.It was annoying the shit out of me. I usually made up my mind fast on
Asking for a Friend I Owe It All to Her
LAYTONI didn’t allow myself to think about her too often, but when I did there was this gaping hole in my chest. Maybe I could fill at least a part of that hole with information I hadn’t known about her before.“She was a true partner to me. She supported me in everything I did, and I’m ashamed to say, I took her advice for granted.” I could see the admission weighed heavily on him. “I should have listened to her more often.”He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before he continued. “I think you would have been too young to remember this, but I owned a couple of race horses once. Your mom always liked horses and I thought it would give us something we could do together as a family, to go out to the track.”I grunted. Only my father would think you had to buy race horses before you could take your kids to the track. I also wasn’t sure how old I was at the time, because I really couldn’t remember ever having horses, but I had to question whether taking such a young c
Asking for a Friend A Nightmare
MARISSAMy worst nightmare was coming true. It was like watching every bad dream I’d ever had coming true, seeing Brice walking toward us when Annie was standing right beside me. She’d never seen him, so she wouldn’t know he was her father.But would he tell her? Why was he here? Was he going to try to take her from me? My eyes fell to the envelope he was carrying and ice cold terror stabbed me in the heart. That was the kind of envelope that lawyers carried legal documents around in.What if he’d already done something to get custody of her? A sob ripped out of my chest. Layton’s hand was on mine instantly and he stepped to the side to shield me from Brice.Denise saw Layton and I staring at Brice. Since I felt the blood draining from my face, I was assuming she also saw how pale I was and the expression of pure rage Layton was wearing. Without having been asked to do it, she put her hand on Annie’s arm. “Come with me, sweetie. I think your mom and Layton need to get some work done.”
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