Black Rainbow (Rainbows 1)

“They say The Shark kept a written record of all the favors ever owed to her, along with a few details she had on some high profile people, just in case she ever needed help from them. She used it to persuade them to help her.”

I didn’t say anything, and he took it as his cue to leave.

I liked her and I wanted to be with her again. I could admit to that. What I couldn’t admit was that I wanted to chase after her.

I just wasn’t sure how to balance all the sides of me; the professor, the lawyer, the guy under all of that… the guy that just wanted to be in bed with her again.

“We have a problem,” Raymond said bursting in.

I was already on my feet walking.

“What type of a problem?”

“The video was just leaked about our client.”

From the way he sounded, I could tell that he didn’t believe this was just a coincidence.

As we entered the conference room, I noticed that everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen.

“I hate that *BEEP*. I hate that whole in entire *BEEP* family!” A drunken Mariah Nash slurred into camera on the news. “Do you know how much *BEEP* I have to deal with in that *BEEP* family. And his kids, his *BEEP* kids. They’re selfish, money hungry little monsters. How am I supposed to smile for the cameras when one of them is druggie, and the other a sex addict; I mean really, he’s done the entire house staff and the neighbors too. But at least someone is having sex. That *BEEP* couldn’t get it up if he was *BEEP* upside down. I want to take a bat to all their heads!”

Raymond turned off the television, all of their eyes turned to me as if I was supposed to have some type of rationale to this level of absurdity.

“I…” Mrs. Nash opened her mouth, but I held my hand up indicating that I didn’t want to hear it, and that she shouldn’t even bother.

“All of you, go home, talk to no one, we will start over in the morning,” I said to them.

“Mr. Black!” Mrs. Nash called out. “Please—”

I could feel the vein in my head throbbing. “I said; go home, talk to no one, we will start over tomorrow.”

Even I was shocked at how calm I was being, but in all honestly what could I do? If I yelled at her, she might go home, get drunk, and then make another video.

Shit, she really could do that, I thought, stopping at my office.

“I’m having Raymond and one other associate babysit her,” Tristan said, walking up.

“Good to know you’re useful.”

“That hurts, man.” He held his heart.

Rolling my eyes, I headed to my office couch to lay back down.

“You can go home too Betty, I’m not taking any calls,” I called, closing my eyes.

“Are you sure—”

“Goodnight Betty.”

I didn’t bother opening my eyes.

I simply laid there, not moving. I never took a simple case… never.

I truly am a masochist.

It was midnight by the time I woke up. Washing and drying my face in the bathroom, I noticed only two lights were left on in all of the offices; the conference room, and my office.

Idiots left the lights on.