The Odd Couple - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 7 - Your Honour! May We Approach The Bench?

NORMAN

It's the day after that fateful morning.

The receptionist immediately ushered me into the boardroom at the lavish offices of Deering Properties on Fifth Avenue. This is actually my first time here, cos I'd signed the lease at the house.

I sit at the long mahogany table. Tapping my fingers to an unknown beat while taking a sip of my coffee.

I've arrived thirty minutes early so my lawyer can bring me up to speed with his investigations so far.

I'm nervous, a little sad and kinda excited.

Nervous, because I don't want to lose the home I love. The place where Ming and I finally feel at ease. At peace.

Sad, because today? Someone is  going to lose a home they love. How can you claim a victory like that?

But I'm also excited....more  than excited. Cos I'll get to see Lucy again.

Jeezus! I'm acting like a hormonal teenager!

Spot some movement through the window. And my lawyer, Phil Spintur stalked his way across the office.

Now, he's good at his job and I can't deny that. Unfortunately, the way he sometimes speaks and acts towards those who aren't his clients? Leaves quite a lot to be desired.

I liken him to a rogue lion. One who enjoys the hunt almost as much....if not more  than the kill.

To be totally honest?

I really don't think I like him very much at all. But he was recommended by my manager once my career took off. And luckily, I don't have to call on him that often.

"NORM!  Great to see you, buddy. How many kills did you rack up this season? Is Daryl getting any tail yet?"

I stood when he entered and pumped my hand enthusiastically. Sitting again....I quietly wipe that palm on my trousers. Trying to erase him.

He kept on smack-talking while opening his briefcase and scattering papers around. While I just silently nod or shake my head. Phil doesn't even notice my disinterest, but then he never seems to anyway.

"So, Norm my man....here's the lowdown. Everything on the lease is above board and to the letter of the law. This Ashton chick is gonna have to find herself another bed to park her snatch in. For at least the next eighteen months."

He's gleeful, and I can't help but wince at his crassness.

"So, there's no comeback on the contract at all? No break clause?"  I ask quietly.

"There is, but the way it's worded can't be misinterpreted. It must be with the full agreement of both  parties. Meaning both you and this L.J Ashton must one hundred percent agree on cancellation of the lease."

"If you say no....then she doesn't have a leg to pirouette on. She'll have to wait it out before moving her buns back in."

"Lucy...."  I breathe out, watching as she enters the reception area.

"What's that, Norm?"  He glanced at me absently.

"Her name....is Lucy"  I repeated a bit louder and Phil glanced up to where I was gazing.

She has her long hair slicked back into a perfect roll at the nape of her neck. And is wearing an incredible black suit dress that looks like vintage Chanel? I remember seeing something similar during my modelling days....and from Helena.