Chapter 483

Garrison excused you for the rest of the afternoon as a secondary congratulations - your real prize was definitely the letters of recommendation. The other associates and junior partners from the firm who were in attendance, along with a few from the other firm, were all congratulating you as well on your way out. Riding the high of your win, you, the girls and Eric all headed to the campus pub at the nearby university around 2PM.

You each had a couple of drinks, replaying the events of the last day and a half. It felt like you were a sports team after a big game, but instead of big hits or scoring points, you were talking about shooting down the witness testimonies, and Gemma’s opening statement that could have ended the whole case right there. The looks on Sam, Tucker and Thomas’s faces were all big on the chopping block as well.

Then, nicely buzzed in the mid-afternoon, Eric decided to call Andy.

None of you had heard from him in a while - you, Gemma and Sabrina hadn’t talked to him since the morning you found out he’d been fired, and Eric had only texted him a couple times.

The video call rang a few times before picking up.

“Hello?” Andy asked, and after a moment the video buffered in and you were all very confused.

Andy looked ... spiffy.

His hair was cut and neatly combed, his scruff was completely gone, and he was wearing a freshly pressed suit.

“Andy?” Eric asked.

“Oh, hey you guys,” he replied. “What’s up? I can only talk for a minute.”

The background was some sort of beige wall, giving you no extra hints.

“Hey, dude,” you said. “We were just having a drink and thinking about you. How are you?”

“I’m alright,” he said. “My feet hurt a bit from all the walking I do now, but it’s all good. What’s up with you guys, shouldn’t you still be at work?”

“We got the afternoon off after we won a mock trial,” Gemma said. “Andy, where are you?”

“Oh, I’m at work,” he said.

“At work where?” Sabrina asked. “Doing what?”

He winced a little and sighed. “I’m working in the mailroom at my Grandma’s company. When I got booted out of our internship she kind of read me the riot act, put me in rehab for a couple weeks, and threatened that I’d be disinherited if I didn’t clean my shit up. I have to come in to work with her every morning, work all day, and then go home with her at the end of the day. And I’m not allowed out at night; the staff won’t let me.”

“The ... staff,” you said.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “James the security guy is OK, but he won’t sneak me in any weed. Arthur the Butler is a real dick though.”

“Your Grandma has a butler?” Eric asked. “Jesus, dude.”

“It’s not like it’s that weird,” he said.

“No, Andy,” Gemma said. “It’s rare. Very, very rare.”

“Ugh,” Andy sighed, looking at what seemed to be a very expensive watch on his wrist. “I gotta go.”

“What happened with your girlfriend?” you asked. “The one who worked on a pot farm or something?”

“Oh, Grandma paid her off not to ever contact me again,” Andy frowned. “I thought we liked each other more than that, but I guess I was wrong. Still, though, not getting disinherited or whatever is probably worth all this crap. I miss working with you guys though, it was fun.”

“We miss you too, buddy,” Eric said.

“Alright, I gotta jet. See you!” Andy said.

You all echoed your goodbyes and ended the call.