I glance up at Judge Anderson, clear my throat, and hiss, “Stand.” Smiling at her, I button my suit jacket.

“In the case between the People versus.…” I’m barely listening as she gives him thirty-two hours of community service and a fine of one-hundred-thousand dollars, which is actually pretty steep considering I pleaded it down to a misdemeanor.

“Good luck.” I nod at him.

“Is that it? I’m free?” He smiles and waves at the reporters.

“Yes, I’ll have one of my staff pay the fine and take care of everything. All you have to do is show up for community service and pay my bill.” I place my laptop and papers in my leather briefcase, then reach for Raven.

“You’re so cool.” She smiles as she slips her sunglasses on.

I can’t help but smirk. “Damn right, I am.” I grin at her and push the doors open.

“No comment.” I hold up my hand and smile at the paparazzi, but keep walking to the parking lot.

“Okay, so Rebecca just texted.” Raven reads from her phone. “You have a big day tomorrow and… my mom has called her three times.” She bites her lip when I open the door for her and she slides into my Ferrari.

I was in such a good mood this morning; I gave Iain the day off. Something tells me that may end tonight. Three calls. I walk around to the driver’s side, noticing Bobby exiting the courthouse with his bodyguard.

I should bill him extra for being stupid.

I sink into my seat and start my Ferrari. It purrs like a kitten, reminding me I should drive it more.

“Did your mother leave any messages?”

“No.” She stares out the window.

I press the button and instruct the car to call Rachel. It goes straight to voicemail.

“Call Rebecca.”

“Hello, Mr. Powers,” Rebecca answers on the first ring.

“Am I supposed to go anywhere tonight with Rachel?” I snap, then take a breath. It’s not her fault I’ve found myself in this situation. “I’m sorry, Becca.”

“Please, you’re the best boss ever. It looks like you’re open for tonight, but you had a dinner scheduled with the mayor and his wife last night and Rachel asked me to cancel it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she asked me to cancel it a couple of days ago.”

“Hmm, you can take off. I’m not coming back in today.” I disconnect the line and stay quiet as I drive. Maybe I should have Tina, one of my assistants, go to Tiffany’s or Cartier and get her something. Christ, that can’t be any more obvious that I’m fucking around. The funny thing is, Rachel doesn’t care if I have snatch on the side, but this isn’t that.