the slurs. Besides, Aaron was Korean.
“Phil, you and James don’t have a case of anything here. Just drop the suit. I will
testify myself to your client’s outbursts in my office. The former employers had similar
comments about her racial slurs and outbursts.”
Mr. Beer Belly fidgeted.
“You knew?” Ichigo asked Mr. Beer Belly. “You knew the whole time she was a
ranting racist.”
“She’s our client, Mr. Isamu,” the one named Phil said.
“Shut your damn mouth,” Ms. Avery blurted out to Ichigo.
Charlotte shook off his hand and leaned forward in her seat, her finger pointed
in the other woman’s face. “Don’t make me get out of this chair.” “Do it, you black bitch! Y’all are always fucking your way to the top…”
“Enough!” roared Phil, patting his sweaty brow with a handkerchief. He glared
at Ms. Avery, a look of exasperation on his chubby face.
Charlotte leapt, her hands outstretched and ready to beat this woman’s ass, but
Ichigo’s hands snagged her gently and slowly coaxed her back into the seat.
“What? What’s he sayin?” Ms. Avery asked him, now pawing at his arm. He
jerked it from her and turned to Aaron.
“All right,” Phil said to Aaron, lumbering to get out of the chair, wheezing a bit
in the process. His silent partner, James, just shook his head. “Let’s go Ms. Avery.”
“Oh, one more thing, Phil,” Aaron said, shooting several paper-clipped pages to
the older, wider man. “This is a restraining order. If she comes near Mr. Isamu, Miss
Neal, or his daughter, she’ll be arrested.”
“I don’t wanna be near you…”
“Get her out of here,” Ichigo said, rising out of his seat.
James mumbled “sorry” and shoved the still blathering woman through the
room’s glass door. Phil skimmed the pages and then said to Aaron, “Fine. You’ll get no
argument from me.”
They disappeared through the door, and Ichigo pulled Charlotte to her feet. He
kissed her square on the mouth and hugged her. Over. It was finally over.
He released her and turned to Aaron.
“I owe you.” “Nah, you don’t,” Aaron said, closing the folder and standing up. “This is me
paying you back for beating the hell out of Mark Roundtree in fourth grade.”
Ichigo laughed and gave Aaron a fist pump. “All right. But dinner on me, okay?”
“Sure, sure, but what I want is an invitation,” Aaron said, nodding at Charlotte.
“For what?” Ichigo asked.
Charlotte laid her head against his chest and again smiled at how his heart’s beat
fell into rhythm with hers.
“You know,” Aaron smirked. “Just make sure the damn thing’s inside this time.”
He laughed and vanished through the doors.
“I have no idea what he means,” Ichigo said, a hint of humor threading through
his words. “Do you, Char?”
“Course not,” she said, lifting her head and kissing him. When she broke the
kiss, she whispered, “But you do look damn good in black.”
The End
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