“It seems that we backed into a FBI/DEA investigation into money laundering activities at Hudson Financial and several murders that occurred to cover it up. I was sure that those murders were connected in some way to Desireé Ferguson, but now I'm not sure.”
“So how can I help?”
“I need a sounding board, Tiffanie.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you, Tiffanie. You're the best lawyer I know and there is no one better at speculating on alternate theories of a crime then you.”
“I didn't know you thought of me like that, Marcus, thank you. I'll try my best to live up to that,” Tiffanie said excitedly.
“Yeah, yeah. Are you working on anything right now?”
“Yes. I was working on the Roberts assault case and I was—”
“Tell Janise to give you all the files related to Desireé Ferguson. Give Janise what you're working on and tell her I said to give it to Smitty. “
“The client will be upset.”
“Fuck them. You will still be the primary lawyer and Smitty will report to you. You can still try the case, if it goes to trial, and if necessary you can still act as the primary contact if they objective to strongly to the change, but I need you on this now.”
“Smitty won't like that.”
“Fuck Smitty, he could stand to gain something from working under you. I've had too many conversations with him about his preparation. He's a good lawyer, but he can stand to tighten up. So, how soon can you be here?”
“Give me an hour,” Tiffanie said, straightening up her desk. “Wait a minute. Where is here?”
“My house.”
“You want me to come to your house?”
“What's wrong with that?”
“Randa would lose her mind if she knew I was at your house.”
“Why is that, Tiffanie?” Marcus said impatiently.
“You don't know?”
“I don't know what?”
“Randa has always thought I had a thing for you and that something was going on between us.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Have a thing for me?”
“I work for you, Marcus. That would compromise our working relationship.”
“Good answer. Anyway, I don't think that you have that to worry about. Randa signed the divorce papers.”
“I know. Do you think that makes her less dangerous or more?”
“I'll see you in an hour.”
Since she did have a thing for Marcus, Tiffanie decided to go home first and change into something more comfortable. Something a bit more provocative so he would notice her as a woman. But not too provocative in case Carmen Taylor got her ass over there. But in good taste so she could maintain her professionalism as a lawyer. An hour and a half later, Tiffanie arrived at Marcus' house, dressed tastefully in a red Austin Reed jacket with pants to match. “What took you so long?”