time in. You didn’t do a single thing. You shouldn’t just be
able to walk in here, have me sign for it, and that be that. You
should have to earn it. Don’t ask me how, because we’d all
just really like you to go back to wherever you came from.”
Dallas was shocked when Quinn shoved back her chair and
stood. She snatched her purse up, slapped it onto her shoulder,
cast a scathing look at Jim, and walked out.
Jim just sat there, open mouthed, staring at Dallas.
“You should have asked her to sign first. Yeah. Clearly.”
Dallas stood up too. She grabbed her purse, thought
about telling Jim that FYI, he didn’t stand a chance where
Quinn was concerned (at least she thought he didn’t, but
maybe Quinn had changed her mind in ten years- not at all
likely, but Dallas couldn’t be a hundred percent sure), and
informing him that he was the worst lawyer in history, but she
didn’t. It wouldn’t have been nice and it probably, sadly
enough, wouldn’t be true. There were probably worse ones out
there.
Dallas figure that if she was quick, she might be able to
catch Quinn outside. If she could explain to her that she just
wanted to give the money to charity, maybe she could
convince her to come back inside and sign the papers.
Rushing through the office, hurtling into the elevator,
and sprinting through the building’s lobby, Dallas felt the guilt
she’d been waiting for. Everything Quinn said was true. Dallas
couldn’t blame her. Still. She couldn’t let Quinn leave like
this. She had to talk to her or she might not get another chance.
Dallas knew that it wasn’t just about the money, the
paperwork, or the will.
Luckily enough, Quinn chose heels. She couldn’t run