Over Spilled Coffee

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

"I hate him," Mrs. Davenforth - soon to be Ms. Gray - said, pacing back and forth in the small office space. "Him and that cheap, little hussy. She's nearly my daugher's age. My god!"

Savannah sat behind her desk, her feet rammed into a pair of uncomfortable pumps. For most of the day she had gon barefoot, but the minute Mrs. Davenforth stepped into her office it was back to business. 

"Taylor," Savannah said, trying to talk her client down. The last thing they needed was Mrs. Davenforth calling up her estranged husband. His attorney already had a mess of angry emails and texts to go off of. 

"No," she said and stopped in front of Savannah's desk. "I want him to pay. You know he bought her jewlery the week he called it quits! Fucking Tiffany's for a women he barely even fucking knows! Did she give birth to two of his children? Hell no. Did she sit with him when he had pneumonia? Double hell no!"

"I know you're angry," Savannah said while lightly rubbing her temple, "but you can't send Mr. Davenforth any angry letters or the like. It looks bad."

"Looks bad?" Mrs. Davenforth scoffed.

"Yes, it looks bad. He could use it when it comes to custody of your daughter."

Mrs. Davenforth paid attention to that.

"Fine," her client said.

"All right, now lets talk about the terms," Savannah said, examining the file.

Even with knowing what it was like without either parent, she wasn't sure that Mr. or Mrs. Davenforth deserved custody of their daughter.

*

By one, Savannah was ready to call it quits. However, she had three other clients to meet with. So, she stayed in her office, forgetting to eat, as she poured over notes and slipped off her heels.

"Ms. Lewis?" June said, sticking her head into the office. Her secretary still hadn't quite mastered the hold button.

"Yes?" she asked, not looking up.

"There's a man, John Harkins, on the phone for you," she said.

Aunt Claire, Savannah thought as she ran a hand through her hair. Of course her aunt had already contacted John Harkins. The moment she had brought him up Savannah should have known what would happen.

"Take a message," she said. 

June nodded and went back to her desk, softly shutting the door behind her. A few seconds later June opened the door and peered into the office. "Ms. Lewis?"

"What?" Savannah asked, her tone clipped.

June shrunk back a little and Savannah felt bad. 

"It's your aunt on line one," June said and quickly closed the door.

A scream threatened to escape from her lips, but Savannah swallowed it. She knew the woman meant well, but did she have to bother her at work?

Savannah pushed the line and said, "Hello, Aunt Claire."

"I've given John Harkins your work number. He should be calling you today. Do not shy away, darling. I think this could be a great match."

"It's the twenty-first century," Savannah mumbled.

"Be that as it may, it doesn't hurt to start looking for a husband," Aunt Claire said. "You'll be thirty soon."

Her aunt's second favorite argument, the fact that the dreaded thirty was encroaching on Savannah. If she didn't act now then there might not be a chance for marriage. Ever.