Practice Makes Perfect
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Ben heard the click as Jasper hung up. He set the phone back in its cradle and stared at it.
They really did it.
Son of a bitch.
AS SOON AS the elevator doors shut behind them, Payton faced J.D., rubbing her hands together eagerly. “So. We’re going to have to hire associates right away. How many do you think we need to start? Five?”
“Ten.”
“Hmm . . . you’re probably right,” she mused. “I certainly don’t plan for Jasper to be our only client for long. As soon as we file a motion to substitute counsel for Gibson’s, people will want to know who we are.”
J.D. leaned back against the elevator railing. “We can release a short press statement with our contact information.”
“Which means we also need office space and an administrative staff,” Payton noted.
“I’m sure we can get Irma and Kathy to come over—they’ll be enough to cover us for the short term.”
Payton nodded. “Yes. Good. Okay.” She took a deep breath and smiled. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
J.D. raised an eyebrow. “Any second thoughts?”
Payton shook her head definitively. “None.” A lot had happened in the last few minutes and she was still trying to process it all. She reached up and tugged the lapels of J.D.’s suit. “You’re so calm.”
“And I plan to stay that way, at least for the next few weeks. Not that I think that will be particularly difficult, considering where we’re going.”
“Where we’re going?” Payton repeated. “Ooh . . . where are we going?”
“Have you forgotten?” J.D. asked. “You made partner—albeit of a different firm—but you said it’s what you wanted.”
Payton had to think. Then it clicked. “Bora-Bora?”
J.D. grinned. “And I’m laying down the law right now: there will be absolutely no voice mail, email, BlackBerrys, or laptops.”
“Wow. What are we going to do with all that free time?”
J.D. gripped Payton’s suit jacket and pulled her closer. “I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”
Payton slid her arms around his neck. “As long as we actually make it into the water this time.”
“I’m sure we can manage that.” J.D. said with a grin. “I hear those overwater bungalows are very private.”
“An overwater bungalow?” Payton asked. Criminy, she had forgotten about the Jameson style of doing things. “I don’t think I even want to know how much something like that costs per night.”
J.D. pulled back and looked her in the eyes. “All right, Payton—let’s just deal with this now, get it out of the way. You know the estimates as well as I do—Gibson’s legal fees for the first year alone are expected to be somewhere around twenty million dollars. And now, thanks to our brilliant maneuver—which was, for the record, initiated by me—there are only two partners who will split those fees. You and I.” He took her by the shoulders. “Which means that you are going to be a very, very rich woman, Payton Kendall.”
Payton stared at J.D. as this sank in. Of course she had known that landing Gibson’s as a client was a coup for the two of them. But she’d been so caught up in what was happening between her and J.D. that she hadn’t stopped and done the math on just exactly how great a coup it had been.
She and J.D. would be splitting nearly $20 million in legal fees in the first year alone.
Sure, there would be business expenses, associate and administrative staff salaries, office overhead, et cetera. But still.
Twenty million in legal fees.
Twenty million.
J.D. grinned. “Say something, Payton.”
She closed her eyes and groaned. “My mother’s going to kill me.”
J.D. laughed at that. “Buy her a thousand carbon credits. She’ll get over it.”
The elevator came to a stop, and as the doors opened, he took Payton’s hand and stepped out. They cut across the parking garage to J.D.’s car. “And if that doesn’t work, then I will talk to your mother and smooth things over,” he said assuredly.
They stopped at the Bentley. J.D. unlocked the car and opened the passenger door.
Payton grinned as she started to climb in. “I love you for your confidence, J.D. As misplaced as it might be in this particular situation.”
J.D. suddenly blocked her with his arm.
Payton looked back, surprised.
He cocked his head. “What did you just say?”
Payton tried to think. “What? What did I just—ohhh . . .” She covered her mouth. “I said it, didn’t I?”
“I’m not sure,” J.D. said. “There was a lot of other rambling going on there. Could you repeat it?”
Payton feigned nonchalance. “Is that necessary? I mean, don’t they say that actions speak louder than words?”
With a look—probably the one that was constantly getting him in trouble—J.D. took a step closer to her. “And what actions might those be?”
Payton was suddenly aware that she was trapped between J.D. and the Bentley. This was typically the part where both of them got into trouble.
“Well, for starters, I wouldn’t have walked out of the firm if I didn’t have at least some feelings for you,” she pointed out.
“You could’ve done that because it was a smart move for your career,” J.D. said.