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  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
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  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I left before any other partners, of which I think we now had six, could stop and congratulate me. I shut the door to my office and took off my suit coat. Outside the windows, which looked down over the ocean across the street, the sunlight glimmered off the water. I hadn’t even seen the ocean until I was twenty-two, and the first time I saw it, I thought it was a dream.

My phone buzzed, and my secretary said over the intercom, “It’s Maggie, boss.”

“Patch her through.” I waited a beat and then said to the speakerphone, “Paris as fun as you remember?”

“I’m back in the States actually,” Maggie said. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a trial today? I had to read about it online.”

I’d actually mentioned it to her three times, but who’s counting?

“Sorry, must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Well, I think you deserve a treat for that. I picked up a little number in Paris that you’re going to like. Came with its own handcuffs.”

I watched a couple jogging along the water. “Yeah, sure, come over tonight.”

“Well, don’t sound too enthusiastic.”

“I’m enthusiastic. Just distracted. Guess I forgot that I can be the good guy and defend someone innocent sometimes. Last six months just kinda beat me up.” I took a breath. “Looking forward to it. Really. See you then.”

I hung up and sighed. Maggie was nice enough. The typical South Beach beauty with all the trappings that came with it. I was pretty sure she was cheating on me with her ex, but frankly, I didn’t care enough to mention it. Besides, I’d already had that conversation with Sarah recently, and two of them in two months didn’t sound fun.

My intercom buzzed. “Boss?”

“Yeah?”

“Entertainment Tonight again. Eddie says you owe him one, and he doesn’t want to talk to Mr. Gordon.”

“Ugh. Fine. Send it through.”

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We sat at Ganish, the new hot restaurant—or what I’d been told was actually a brasserie, a fancy word for snobby restaurant. Maggie was the expert at hot spots. Her mother had been a celebrity chef in England, and where you ate, according to her, was as important as what you ate. So Maggie dragged me to all the fancy places for peanut-butter gazpacho or roasted quail or fresh escargot that could crawl off your plate and over the table. I’d usually just move the stuff around with my fork and then hit Del Taco on the way home.