Home Is With You

9 • Pretentious Punks

Homer's pov

"Mr. Wright it says here that you've had a separate banking account since the beginning of this marriage would you care to share what it's for?" I ask as I look at my paperwork.

"It's profits from my books. I don't understand why you're bringing that up." He said crossing his arms over his chest. "I gave you ideas for those books." Ms. Evans murmured looking down at her wedding ring. "You didn't do shit for my career woman. You're just some gold digging bitch." Mr. Wright shouted making my client cry.

"Do you want to take this to court Ms.  Evans." I ask her and I seen her nod. "She never even did anything for me and my books." Mr. Wright grumbled. "I'll see you in court. I'll send you the court date." I say shaking his lawyer's hand.

"Ms. Evans let me speak with you for a moment." I say once Mr. Wright and his lawyer left. "Yes sir." She said quietly. "I know divorce is hard but he seems like a entitled asshole. When you go home, find me evidence that you helped with those books and I'll get you every penny of that account." I say to her as he clenched her fists by her side. "Yes sir. Thank you for taking on my case Mr. Watson." She said bowing at her waist before she walked out of the conference room.

Straightening the room up, I leave before I hear my phone ring. "Watson speaking." I grumble as I answer. "Do you always answer the phone like that?" I hear Jeremy say. "Yes I do actually." I chuckle as I let down my gaurd. "Well I'm going to lunch in a hour, would you care to join me?" Jeremy chuckled lightly. "Of course. Just send me the place." I said as I went into my office.

"Well I have to go now. Class is about to start. See you later." Jeremy said. "See you later." I replied hanging up. Not too soon after he sent me the address of the restaurant.

Hearing a knock on the door I grumble a quiet "Come in", my secretary came in. "Sir, the judge has set the court date for November thirteenth." They said. "Please fax the court date to Mr. Wright's lawyer." I hummed to them. "Yes sir. Sir you have someone that wants to file a complaint against August sir." They say to me as I check my watch seeing I have forty minutes until I meet with Jeremy.

"Call August to my office and send the person in as well. They have forty minutes before I go to lunch. Send them in." I grumble as I glare at the older man that came through my door as well as August. "Take a seat. You have forty minutes." I say.

"I'm going to make this short. I sent a request for you to be my son's lawyer, Winston Brock. But instead you rejected it we sent a request again. But instead of rejecting it you sent it to this idiot who doesn't know what's he's doing!" He shouted at me.

"Listen to me, Mr. Brock. When I looked at your son's case file. No one could defend his case. He raped that woman and he killed her. His skin was underneath his fingernails, his hair was on the scene, he was seen leaving the scene. So yes, I rejected your son's case! When it landed on my desk again I gave it to August. But don't you sit your pretentious ass in that sear and call him a idiot! He is a seasoned attorney at my law firm. One of the best in my opinion!" I shouted back at him feeling my hands clenched tight so I don't hit him.

The man face grew a embarrassing shade of red while August looked at his hands. "August, go get back to work." I say to him. "Thank you for defending me sir." August said as I nodded before he left this office.

Glacing at my watch, I see the forty minutes are up. Grabbing my coat, I clear my throat "Leave. You have wasted my time." I say as I leave my office seeing my secretary. "Escort him out of my office. I'll be back in a hour tops." I say to them. "Yes sir." My secretary said as I left the building walking down the street to the restaraunt.

Walking inside, I see Jeremy sitting by the window in a booth. "Sorry I'm late. I've been dealing with pretentious punk all day." I growl as I sit across from him taking his hand in mine. "Actually your right on time I haven't ordered yet." Jeremy says.

"So what happened at work you look like you got alot on your mind?" Jeremy said as I absent-mindedly drew a pattern on his palm.

"I would but attorney client confidentiality. But know I had to defend my attorney and I'm not in the mood for it." I grumble as I hear Jeremy chuckle. "I thought you were some tyrant at your law firm. All work and no play." He smiled.

"If it was all work no play Maverick wouldn't be the head accountant. But enough about my work. How is your day going so far?" I ask him as the waitress puts our drinks down. "Well today we had a guest speaker. One of the previous veterans that I taught. They're doing much better as of lately, so I had them come out to speak with the class. I also had older veterans come and talk since they have had much more time to heal. I think having someone tell you it'll get better, that they can heal, you know." Jeremy said softly.

"Hmm. I know on our date the other day you asked do I have kids. Do you want kids?" I asked him as I bit into my food. "I've always been good with kids, always loved them. I would babysit kids when we were in Cuba. But after I got out of the service, children became a distant dream. I know I could adopt or even a surrogate. But I don't want my child having to help me with my night terrors, my anxiety attacks, or my depressive episodes. I can't do that to them." Jeremy said looking down at his plate. Squeezing his hand, "You would make a great dad." I hummed.