Page 29 of Final Verdict
“I can’t, Jameson.”
“I’ll write the temp agency a letter,” he says. “Hell, I can move you to another department if you like.”
“No bar in this city will let me in.” I realize he won’t let it go. “It has nothing to do with my job.”
“Are you on a banned list or something?” He shrugs. “It’s not like you’re underage.”
“I’m twenty.”
His eyes widen. “Twentywhat?”
“Just twenty.”
“As inlegally underage?”
“You’re making it more dramatic than it really is…”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“If I did, would you have told me the truth?”
“Probably not,” I admit. “No...”
He lets out a sigh and steps back.
“Have a good night, Scarlett,” he says. “Let’s not talk for a while.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to think hard on some things.”
“You think I’m too young for you?”
“No, Iknowthat.”
“My birthday is in a few weeks.”
“Then I hope you’ll enjoy it with your other barely legal friends.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Good night, Scarlett. Don’t call me.”
He walks away, and before I can go after him, Mr. Brice rounds the corner.
UNCONSCIONABLE (ADJ.):
REFERRING TO A CONTRACT OR BARGAIN WHICH IS SO UNFAIR TO A PARTY THAT NO REASONABLE OR INFORMED PERSON WOULD AGREE TO IT.
JAMESON
Ialmost fucked a twenty-year-old...
I add a shot of whiskey to my coffee and lean back in my chair.
From the look in Scarlett’s eyes and the way she touched me in return, she would’ve been bent over on all fours if we hadn’t been interrupted.
