days.”
“What about that one woman?” Mick asked.
“I’m not sure she’s really looking for another job, which is unfortunate, because I have a feeling she’d be perfect,” Rory said. “So, how’d the other thing go?”
“I got the contract. I’ll be flying back and forth to Vancouver for the next three to four months,” Mick grinned. “It’s all coming together, Rory.”
Rory cocked his head at his friend. “What about the other other thing?”
Mick sighed. “I didn’t wear it at all today.”
“But you’ve got it on now.”
“Yeah, but just until I go to bed. I’ve not been wearing it at night for the past few weeks.”
“Okay, Mickey. Now that you’ve got the contract and the studio, you need to get your personal life sorted. Having these two businesses is going to make you a very dull boy. You need to have some fun and not be a bitter workaholic.”
“Kind of like you, Rory?” Mick said. Rory worked more than any sane person should.
“I have a social life, Mickey. I go out and blow off steam. You should as well.”
He knew that Rory’s social life generally consisted of semi-anonymous hookups with 20-something-year-old girls. Yeah, that was so not happening with Mick .
“I blow off steam….”
Rory laughed long and hard. “Oh, you’re a wild man all right, with your cigar on your porch of your 100-year-old house.”
“This is a 130-year-old house, thank you very much. Oh, and the upstairs family is selling. They don’t want to deal with a rental anymore. I’m tempted to buy it, but I’ve got enough on my plate already. Do you know anyone that’s interested in a Victorian apartment?”
“I could move in,” Rory said.
Mick choked on his drink. “What?”
Rory cackled. “Can you see me here?” he asked, shaking his head. “Oh, lardy!”
“You’re my best friend in the world, Rory, but I’d move out if you moved upstairs.”
“Trust me, Mickey, the feeling’s mutual. Hopefully a nice, but not too nice, lady will move in.” Rory wiggled his eyebrows and Mick laughed.
“Oh, Jaysus, Rory. Leave it off, b’y.”
*****
Ashley Richards looked at her friend with absolute disgust. She couldn’t believe Em was waffling about accepting the interview.
“So, let me see if I understand what you’re saying, Em: you hate your job, you hate the work environment, and you feel unappreciated and unacknowledged, but you’re not going to accept the interview with the company you’ve been talking about for the past week because you’re a chicken. Right?”
“Um, yes?” Em answered. Boy, not taking the interview sounded really dumb when Ashley put it that way.
Ashley huffed. “Em, you have lost your goddamn mind if you don’t do this. What have you got to lose? If you decide it’s not for you, you don’t have to accept a job if they offer it to you. And didn’t they actually call you ? That’s a big deal.”
“Well, yes. But you don’t know what a fool I made of myself with the principal of Tara Security Systems, Ashley. I totally started babbling.”
“You always babble when you get nervous. Hell, you babble when you’re not nervous,” Ashley laughed.
“In Gaelic?”
Ashley paused. “Okay, maybe it was worse than it usually is, but Em, I am so going to kick your ass if you don’t go to this interview. And I can totally catch you, because you’re not very fast,” she grinned. “You have to do this, sweetie.”
“I do, don’t I?” Em chewed her lip. “It’s kind of a start-up, though; what if it fails?”
“So what if it fails? You’ll get another job, but more importantly, you’ll be out of the Holbrook Firm and away from Tripp.”
Ashley had never been a fan of Tripp Holbrook and had never been shy about making that fact known. When pushed, Ashley admitted that there wasn’t anything in particular that made her not like Tripp; it was just his inherent Tripp-ness.
“Em, you have been propping up Tripp for years. He doesn’t value
“What about that one woman?” Mick asked.
“I’m not sure she’s really looking for another job, which is unfortunate, because I have a feeling she’d be perfect,” Rory said. “So, how’d the other thing go?”
“I got the contract. I’ll be flying back and forth to Vancouver for the next three to four months,” Mick grinned. “It’s all coming together, Rory.”
Rory cocked his head at his friend. “What about the other other thing?”
Mick sighed. “I didn’t wear it at all today.”
“But you’ve got it on now.”
“Yeah, but just until I go to bed. I’ve not been wearing it at night for the past few weeks.”
“Okay, Mickey. Now that you’ve got the contract and the studio, you need to get your personal life sorted. Having these two businesses is going to make you a very dull boy. You need to have some fun and not be a bitter workaholic.”
“Kind of like you, Rory?” Mick said. Rory worked more than any sane person should.
“I have a social life, Mickey. I go out and blow off steam. You should as well.”
He knew that Rory’s social life generally consisted of semi-anonymous hookups with 20-something-year-old girls. Yeah, that was so not happening with Mick .
“I blow off steam….”
Rory laughed long and hard. “Oh, you’re a wild man all right, with your cigar on your porch of your 100-year-old house.”
“This is a 130-year-old house, thank you very much. Oh, and the upstairs family is selling. They don’t want to deal with a rental anymore. I’m tempted to buy it, but I’ve got enough on my plate already. Do you know anyone that’s interested in a Victorian apartment?”
“I could move in,” Rory said.
Mick choked on his drink. “What?”
Rory cackled. “Can you see me here?” he asked, shaking his head. “Oh, lardy!”
“You’re my best friend in the world, Rory, but I’d move out if you moved upstairs.”
“Trust me, Mickey, the feeling’s mutual. Hopefully a nice, but not too nice, lady will move in.” Rory wiggled his eyebrows and Mick laughed.
“Oh, Jaysus, Rory. Leave it off, b’y.”
*****
Ashley Richards looked at her friend with absolute disgust. She couldn’t believe Em was waffling about accepting the interview.
“So, let me see if I understand what you’re saying, Em: you hate your job, you hate the work environment, and you feel unappreciated and unacknowledged, but you’re not going to accept the interview with the company you’ve been talking about for the past week because you’re a chicken. Right?”
“Um, yes?” Em answered. Boy, not taking the interview sounded really dumb when Ashley put it that way.
Ashley huffed. “Em, you have lost your goddamn mind if you don’t do this. What have you got to lose? If you decide it’s not for you, you don’t have to accept a job if they offer it to you. And didn’t they actually call you ? That’s a big deal.”
“Well, yes. But you don’t know what a fool I made of myself with the principal of Tara Security Systems, Ashley. I totally started babbling.”
“You always babble when you get nervous. Hell, you babble when you’re not nervous,” Ashley laughed.
“In Gaelic?”
Ashley paused. “Okay, maybe it was worse than it usually is, but Em, I am so going to kick your ass if you don’t go to this interview. And I can totally catch you, because you’re not very fast,” she grinned. “You have to do this, sweetie.”
“I do, don’t I?” Em chewed her lip. “It’s kind of a start-up, though; what if it fails?”
“So what if it fails? You’ll get another job, but more importantly, you’ll be out of the Holbrook Firm and away from Tripp.”
Ashley had never been a fan of Tripp Holbrook and had never been shy about making that fact known. When pushed, Ashley admitted that there wasn’t anything in particular that made her not like Tripp; it was just his inherent Tripp-ness.
“Em, you have been propping up Tripp for years. He doesn’t value
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