And not something he was sure he’d ever miss. Being the only senior managing attorney, Braylon was the only one above him. He knew he wouldn’t really move up unless he got some other title.
No partnership. No carrot dangling over his head.
But also no blood to be drawn. No quota to be met.
But a bigger salary and bonuses that could rival his last job in a heartbeat.
If all went well.
And he proved himself.
Which it felt like he’d been doing since the day he was born.
Not because the pressure was put on him by his parents, but rather himself.
“I couldn’t handle it. We know you can handle just about anything, but me, I like this small island of mine.”
Coy could have had his practice in Boston. Where it’d be bigger, better, and make more money.
Money the guy didn’t need when he was an heir to a billion-dollar fortune with his brothers.
But instead he was on a small island off the coast of Boston that his family helped build. Spencer’s sister was the other dentist in the practice and, from what he’d heard, they were both crazy busy.
Guess being the biggest didn’t mean it was the best.
Finding happiness should be right up there on the listand it was what he was finally telling himself he needed to do.
“I had all these ideas in my head of what I thought I wanted and learned that wasn’t the case. I’ve adapted here quickly and find it’s more my preference.”
“That’s good to know. Do you see West often?”
“Twice since I’ve been here. You know about the last interview and this was the second time.”
“Scared the shit out of you, didn’t it?”
“No,” he lied. “It’s not like I haven’t been around billionaires before.”
“My father is nothing like West.”
“You’ve met him?”
“No. I’d have no reason to, but I’ve heard enough about him. Charlotte really likes him. If he was a dick though, she wouldn’t.”
Charlotte was married to West’s brother, Foster Carlisle, and was sister to Amanda Bond, who was married to Coy’s brother Drew.
“He’s not. You hear all these things about him, but in person, he’s pretty laid back. If you get a chance to be around him. Most of my time is spent with Braylon. Some with Nelson, and when Laken comes back from maternity leave, I’m sure with her.”
“You said you’re traveling soon. Where?”
“Maine. Some fishing village or something. It’s a packing plant that West took over years ago. I’m going out with the new consultants that were just brought in.”
“At least you’re not going in the winter. Might be relaxing.”
“Boring,” he said. “Good thing we are there for work. I hope to get it done in a few days to get back.”
“Get a beer with the locals or your consultants.”
“I’m not sure she is the beer type,” he said drily.