No response. Squire sat in one of Adam’s client chairs and flung a manila envelope onto Adam’s desk. “Cy Moody filed an ethics complaint against you with the Board of Professional Responsibility.”
“That son of a bitch…Saying what?”
‘That you threatened to cause him physical harm…I just got off the phone with him. On Monday he’s planning on filing for a restraining order against you and our law firm.”
“Jesus, don’t you see what’s going on? He’s on the ropes. He’s getting beat.”
“Cy Moody is one of the most respected lawyers in town,” Squire challenged. “We are not going to have him running all over the city calling this firm a bunch of thugs and bullies. You may be right, but your client can’t pay enough fees to ever make up for the damage Moody could cause us.”
“So what are you saying?”
“You’re fired.”
“I’ve been a loyal, hardworking peon for this firm for five plus years and that’s it? You’re firing me over some bullshit story you know isn’t even true? Saving face at Lafayette Country Club is more important than what’s right?”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Squire bellowed. “You’re lucky we talked Moody out of suing you civilly. Maybe we should have waited until that nonpaying divorcée you’re fucking filed a complaint. All she would have to do is hire some schlock attorney who’d take us for millions. Sleeping with a current client. Brilliant move, counselor.”
“Who’s feeding you this? I’m not having sex with her. Ever.”
“You’re not billing her, either. We are not running a charity here. I’m sorry, Adam. You’re not KR&S material any longer.”
Adam didn’t wait for Squire to finish. He grabbed a few belongings and flew out the door.
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