“I don’t know… somewhere in Connecticut. Why?”
I ended the call without another word and turned off my phone.
“One ticket to Hartford Connecticut.” I said and slid my credit card across the desk.
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What the fuck was I thinking?I asked myself for the tenth time as I sat outside the nasty little motel that Angela was staying in and waited for my Uber to arrive.
In the last twelve hours, I’d spent six hours on a plane, an hour in an Uber, an hour inside Angela, and less than four hours asleep just to wake up and get tossed out of her room over a five-minute conversation.
I couldn’t blame her for kicking me out. I was being an asshole for no good reason. I had no idea what I had expected from her when I started complaining about my marriage falling apart, but when she announced she loved me, I knew I needed to shut it down once and for all.
At least it’s finally over.
I felt a surge of guilt as I thought about the look on Angela’s face when I made it clear how I felt about her.
I glanced back at the door I had closed quietly behind me just a few minutes before and sighed. Angela had been a mistake, a very costly one; it never should’ve gotten this far, and even if I’d been cruel, ending it once and for all was for the best.
It had been reckless taking a plane, using my credit card, to a location near her. Even the Uber account was in my real name. All very traceable, all very stupid. Frank was going to lose his mind. I’d just have to convince him that I’d only flown here to get her to stop harassing me.
Maybe I could get the shrink to write up something about how closure was a necessary step in my recovery. If it was therapeutic, it couldn’t be held against me, right?
I heard gravel crunch as a car finally pulled into the parking lot. According to the app, my driver was named Larry and would be driving a silver Impala. The silver sedan came to a stop a few feet in front of me, and the driver’s side window rolled down.
“You Benjamin?” a deep raspy voice called out.
“Yes, are you Larry?” I replied and rose to my feet, my knees protested with a loud crack, and I cringed.
“Yup, you got any bags?” he leaned his head out the window and looked around. “Nice place…” he muttered.
“No. It’s just me.” I opened the back door and sank into the seat. “Could you take me to the airport?”
He grunted and nodded his head.
“I’m just going to rest my eyes for a bit.” I mumbled and let my head fall back on the seat.
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“Where the fuck have you been?” Frank snarled when I walked into his office almost forty-eight hours after our last call.
“I went to see Angela. To end things once and for all.” I kept my voice strong and even. If I sounded confident enough, then he’d believe it.
“You went to see Angela…” he repeated slowly.
“To end things.” I reiterated.
“To end things…” he continued.
“That’s what I said.” I gritted my teeth. He was going to be a pain in the ass.
“I quit.” He leaned back in his seat and steepled his hands under his chin. “I can give you some other names, but since you refuse to listen to my legal advice, I’m going to have to end our client-attorney relationship.” He sounded almost giddy as he delivered his professional breakup speech.
“No.” I smiled.
“No?” The frown lines reappeared between his brows. “You can’t just say no.”
“There is no way for you to ethically drop me as a client because you are implicated in all of the same things I am.” I paused, “other than cheating on my wife, of course.”
