Diva Diaries Read Free Page B

know, Jayon—I just spent the last couple of hours reviewing all our notes and preparing. Where have you been?”
    â€œI went out with some clients to have a few drinks,” he responded.
    â€œI am coming down to your office in a few seconds to wrap this up—just let me make this call,” Jordan responded.
    Jayon was Jordan’s colleague and one of her closest friends since undergrad. Both of them ended up going back to graduate school at the same time—Jordan went to law school, and Jayon went for his MBA in accounting. A few years out of law school, Jordan and one of her classmates, Elizabeth, from Columbia University, decided to start a law firm together. At that same time, Jayon wanted to open a private accounting office, and was looking for office space. Jordan found an office building in midtown that was leasing a floor. It was in a great building, and at a fair price. It was too good to be true, so the three of them decided to lease the space together to make better use of it. It worked out pretty well, because they had all become a great help to each other. Elizabeth’s specialty was tax and labor law, so she and Jayon were always able to assist each other with different clients and cases. Jordan specialized in entertainment law, but with some of the clients, Jayon would assist her as well and vice versa. This was also their way to have some teamwork despite their busy work schedules. After all, the door did say MILLER, MESSING, & MITCHELL.
    Jordan gathered all that she had been working on and put it back in the file. She placed it in her briefcase, and picked up all of her things from the chair and headed down the hall to Jayon’s office. She locked up her office, just figuring she would leave straight from his.
    She suddenly remembered to call Omar. She ran back in her office and quickly dialed the number. She called the house and there was no answer. The answering machine picked up and she left a message.
    â€œHey, baby. It’s 8:45, and I know I am supposed to be home by 9:30. I’m running a little late. I just have to work on some loose ends with Jayon for a case we have first thing Monday morning. I am so sorry ... I love you ... I won’t be too late—I should be there by 10:00. Call me if you need me.”
    She hung up, locked the door, and walked down the hall to Jayon’s office. She placed her briefcase on his couch and sat across from him.
    â€œIs Jackie still here?” he asked.
    â€œI don’t think so.”
    â€œOh, so it’s just the two of us. Cool. Do you want to order some dinner?”
    â€œJayon, I can’t stay. It’s me and Omar’s anniversary, and he is actually waiting on me at home now.”
    â€œOh, OK. So, don’t let me keep you. Maybe we can do this Monday morning.”
    â€œShowtime is 9:30 in the morning—we won’t have much time. Real quickly, let’s just take a few minutes to get on the same page for Monday.”
    Jordan felt slightly uncomfortable speaking of her and Omar’s anniversary, because Jayon’s fiancée had called their engagement off a couple of months earlier. He had been going through a lot, which was another one of the reasons he’d asked for Jordan’s help on this case. He’d fallen behind on a lot of his work, and was kind of just getting himself back together.
    Quickly getting on the same page took longer than expected, and about forty-five minutes later, Jordan was at the copy machine making a copy of her notes for Jayon. She glanced up at the clock over the water cooler—it said 10:00.
    â€œDamn,” she said out loud to herself. She knew Omar was at home waiting for her, probably pissed off.
    She rushed back toward Jayon’s office. “Here are my notes ... I gotta go ... I’ll see you at 8:00 A.M. at the courthouse,” Jordan said hastily as she scurried into the office and toward his desk.
    As she leaned over to place