Bennie turned around, went to her desk, and opened the envelope, sliding out the letter and skimming it again. Her gaze dropped to Nate’s signature, noting that he had signed it as an original, pressing hard on the ballpoint pen, probably angry as hell. It didn’t get more personal than that, and she knew he was trying to get back at her for not wanting to get involved with him again, even if he never acknowledged that to himself. This wasn’t only about sex, this was about power, and even so, she had a job to do. It was overreaching for him to bring Mary before a disciplinary committee, and Bennie didn’t want to take the chance that some crotchety judge would level sanctions against Mary, maybe even suspending her license to practice and leaving a lifetime blemish on her record.
Bennie still had one move left. She reached into her purse, dug at her phone, and just to confirm her suspicion, scrolled to missed calls.NATE LENCE,read the entry, which was what she had thought. He was playing a game, upping the ante. She had only one way to up the ante on him. She didn’t know if it would work, but she had to try. She pressed Redial and waited for him to answer, standing at her desk.
“Are you mad at me?” Nate asked, his tone light.
“Withdraw that letter you sent to DiNunzio.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s a terrible thing to do to my partner.”
“She made her own bed.”
Bennie didn’t think his choice of words was coincidental. “If you don’t withdraw that letter, our friendship is over.”
Nate fell silent a minute. “Oh, come on.”
“I’m letting you know. Withdraw that letter or forget my name.”
“I have a counter-offer. You don’t have to take the case for OpenSpace and you can have all the Dumbarton work back. But I’m not withdrawing the letter.”
“I was never going to take the case for OpenSpace and I don’t want to work for Dumbarton any longer. The only thing that’s on the table is our friendship, such as it is. And if you don’t withdraw that letter, I’m gone for good.”
“So you’re making this personal.”
“You made it personal. You attacked my partner to hurt me. You don’t care about a small-stakes discrimination case in a sub. You showed up at OpenSpace to see me, or to fluster me. But no matter. Yes, I’m making it personal.” Bennie kept her tone even, because she was speaking from strength, though oddly, she had almost no leverage. Except that leverage was a state of mind. So was power.
“You always say business is never personal.”
“I was wrong.” Bennie remembered she had said the same thing to Mary. “Are you going to withdraw the letter or not?”
“Come on, Bennie. You’re making too much of this.” Nate chuckled softly. “Why make such a big deal? This is litigation, that’s all.”
“This isn’t litigation, this is life. Evidently, they intersect. I didn’t realize how hollow you had become as a person. We both know that I’m the only person in your world who tells you the truth. Maybe because we go back, maybe because of who we are. That doesn’t matter either. So keep me or let me go. Your choice, but on my terms. You haven’t agreed to withdraw it, so good-bye.”
“Wait—”
Bennie hung up and turned it off, because she didn’t want to hear it ring and she didn’t want to hear it not ring. She turned to her landline and buzzed the intercom button for Marshall. “Can you come in, please?”
“Sure. Be right there.”
“Thanks.” Bennie turned around to her credenza and started thumbing through the case files in their red accordions. She pulled out one case for Dumbarton, then another, and a third, stacking them on her chair. Then she went into the file cabinet underneath, pulled out the big drawer, and went through the files alphabetically until she got to D. She reached a block of Dumbarton files, yanked them out, and put them on the floor in a pile. When the file started to totter, she started another one. She was already starting to feel better.
“Bennie?” Marshall knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Bennie called out, and Marshall entered the office, hesitantly.
“Bennie, is Mary leaving the firm? Is this really happening?” Marshall’s blue eyes had gone round with worry, and her crow’s-feet looked deeper than usual. She was their firm’s Earth Mother, with simple, pretty features, a long brown braid, and a denim dress. She’d been with Bennie since forever and she was owed an answer.
“I don’t know, Marshall, but we’re not going to worry about that now. Close the door behind you, please.”
“What do you need?” Marshall closed the door.
“I want to get all these Dumbarton files out of here and shipped back to corporate.” Bennie gestured to the files on the door. “Then I want you to get all of the Dumbarton files that are in the file room and in the business archives, and I want you to ship them back to Dumbarton corporate too. Got that?”
“All of them?
“Allof them. If Dumbarton is in the caption, send it back. It’s going to be a lot of work because there’s a lot of files. Hopefully most of them are at the business archive, so you can just make the phone call and they’ll ship it over. I want it to happen today and I want it to be between us. Nobody else in the office needs to know what’s happening. If anybody asks you, just say I’m cleaning out some old files in my office.”
