Independence - Ch 1

PG 13
Era : Right after NJ before KTF



Chapter 1
The Meeting, Dec 3, 1990

She had already worked almost 12 hours straight and was more than ready to call an end to the day and head home. It had been a tough day, but nothing out of the ordinary. And then she looked up. Her gaze crashed with a pair of sky-blue eyes.

“Can I help you?” She asked hoping like hell all he needed was directions; it had been too long of a day to get caught up in another case. All she wanted tonight was a nice cold glass of white wine, her blue afghan and a romance novel.

“Yes are you Kylee Scott?” A long hair skinny tired looking man asked hopefully. His gaze fell on shoulder length reddish brown hair that looked like a hand had been run through it about 10 too many times.

As much as she wanted to say no, she couldn‘t. “Yes I am.”

“Hi, I need to hire you.”

She motioned him inside her two-room office allowing him to sit down before she even asked, “What do you need a lawyer for?”

“Do I have lawyer client privacy by just talking to you?” No matter what he had to keep this private until he was ready to move forward.

“No actually not until you hire me and you’ll need to make an appointment for us to talk, I’m sorry but I’ve already been here 12 hrs today.”

“I tried making and appointment but you’re booked until Christmas. I need a lawyer a lot faster than that.”

“I can understand your predicament sir but there are plenty of lawyers in the area.”

“I only want the best Mrs. Scott that’s why I came to you.” Turning on the charm that's made him a household name would help, he hoped.

“It’s Ms. Scott or Kylee and thank you for the compliment.” She looked at her calendar and knew she could fit in another client if she needed to. “My fee is $200 per hour.”

Jon pulled out his wallet and put two $100 bills on her desk. “Ok. I want to fire my manager, but I need to know the legal maneuvers to take to make sure nothing will come back negatively on me or my band.”

“Sounds straight forward enough, what I will need in order to assure that is copies of everything you’ve signed both from your manager and Polygram.”

“You know who I am?” Hope shown in his tired eyes.

“Doesn’t the entire planet?”

Jon smiled at the response; maybe he has accomplished something then.

“Can you get me the copies by 2pm tomorrow?” Looking at her calendar she grabbed a pencil to put him in the book.

“That shouldn’t be a problem. Do you need bank statements too? I saw the MBA on your door too I’m assuming you’ve had some accounting classes.”

“Mr. Bongiovi, do you think your manager has been embezzling? If so bring any bank statements you can get, most banks will print you a record of the account if you walk in the door.”

“Its Jon and I’m not sure what he’s been doing with the money he has us on a budget so we don’t go hog wild.”

“This isn’t going to be a short project. You’ll want to put me on retainer its cheaper, bring me everything you can as quietly as you can. The thing about a takeover is to keep it under radar as long as possible.” She forewarned having seen a hostile situation right after she passed the bar, in her first job, second case. What a way to get baptized into corporate America.