"A couple of weeks ago."
He nods. "Right. So what do you want to discuss?"
I sit back in the booth. "There's a new contract in your inbox. Why don't you take a look? Section eighteen. My attorney just added it."
He picks up his phone, reads the screen, then glances back at me. "Why is there a sexual harassment get-out-of-the-contract clause in here? I've never done anything inappropriate with Blakely."
"Yeah, and you're going to keep it that way," I declare.
He crosses his arms. "Riggs. I want her for her talent. I'm going to take her to the top."
"You better, or I'll find another way to get out of this contract because that's where she belongs," I warn.
He affirms, "I'll get her there."
I grin. "Great. Then you won't have any issues signing that contract."
He huffs. "You can't be serious. I'm not an amateur. I'm not going to put the moves on her."
I rise. "Once again, it shouldn't be a problem signing it if you have no intentions of anything inappropriate happening." I lean down into his ear. "Also, if you ever touch her, the contract will be the last of your worries."
He turns his head. "Is that a threat?"
"No." I squeeze my hand on his shoulder until he winces. I add, "It's a solemn promise. Hands off my wife at all times. If I find out you've touched her, all of L.A. will be searching for your body. Understand me?"
He clenches his jaw, his face turning a tad red.
"Thought so." I release his shoulder and leave the diner. I go directly to work, and when I get to our floor, I go to Hugh's personal office.
He's drinking scotch, pacing the office, and growls, "Where have you been?"
"I told you I was taking care of personal business," I calmly state.
"My life is falling apart, and you skip town? Don't you care about our company?" he accuses.
I pretend to look concerned. "Why? What's happened with the company? Has money been stolen from our bank accounts?"
He snaps his mouth shut and spins toward the window. Then he runs his shaking hand through his hair. He quietly states, "No, the business accounts are fine."
I offer, "You might want to lay off the booze. It's ten A.M."
He angrily spins back to me. "Do you have any idea what I'm going through?"
"Do you need a loan? I've got plenty of money if you need it," I taunt.
His face turns purple. He spits, "This isn't a joke, Riggs."
I hold my hands up in the air. "Never said anything of the sort. I'm only trying to help my partner and friend."
He peers at me, interrogating, "Where were you for the last two weeks?"
"Sorry, but none of your business. You know my personal life is off-limits," I remind him.
His eyes turn to slits. "That's convenient for you."
"Meaning?" I challenge.
There's a knock on the door. My assistant has a nervous look on her face. Her eyes dart between Hugh and me.