Barely Legal

32

Jules Kenworth had a busy day. A photo op with the mayor, lunch with his trophy wife, a business meeting with an entrepreneur who was lucky to get it. And then some goddamned group he was supposed to be nice to because they were naming a statue after him, as if that really mattered; if they wanted to use his name they should be nice to him.

Kenworth was pissed off and didn’t know why. It was just on general principles. What was the use of having billions of dollars if you couldn’t arrange everything to your liking?

The phone rang.

It was Taperelli. If he had bad news, Kenworth was going to tear him a new one.

“Skipped town?” Kenworth thundered. “When the hell did that happen?”

“The day he sent the other lawyer.”

“And you’re just finding out now?”

“He said he was in the hospital. There was no reason to doubt it until he didn’t come out of the hospital.”

“So this asshole handling the case is it? You’re telling me we’re stuck with him?”

“It appears so.”

“Then he has to learn, doesn’t he?”

“He certainly does.”

“Think you can handle that?” Kenworth said.

“Consider it done.”