Guilty Pleasure

Stay the night

I hesitated to pick up the phone, unsure of what he wanted. It was late, and I was ready to head home. We hadn't talked in three days, so his call felt unexpected. Still, I chose to answer, even though I knew I probably shouldn't. Maybe he had some new updates about his case, but part of me thought it could wait. I held the phone to my ear and said hello, bracing myself for whatever he had to say.

"Are you at home?"

"No, I'm on my way home now. Why, what's going on?" I was ready for him to get to the point because I didn't see why he was asking if I was home. If he thought he could swing by tonight, he was in for a surprise.

"I need you to do me a favor. Come pick me up, I'm at the bank on Lily Street."

I couldn't wrap my head around why he wanted me to pick him up when he had his own car. Did he really think I was going to play the role of his chauffeur? I decided to put my foot down. I told him I was heading home because it was late, I was exhausted, and I had work in the morning. I wasn't about to be his errand girl for the night.

"I have some information that can help my case. I couldn't drive my car because I didn't want to be followed. You're my lawyer and you're supposed to be helping me. Come get me, now."

I couldn't believe he thought he could boss me around like that. Taking a deep breath, I ran my fingers through my hair, "Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes. Just stay put because I'm not in the mood to hunt you down tonight."

He told me he was going to stay put and then hung up. I was pretty annoyed because I didn't want to see him until Friday. While I appreciated that he was gathering info for his case, it felt frustrating to be pulled into this outside of my work hours. This was definitely the last favor I was doing for him.