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This contract will be the last bit of work Monty will be doing this weekend because I’m going to make sure the only thing on his to-do list is to have some fun.
I’m eating lunch in the breakroom with Maggie when her phone dings with a new message.
She picks it up and smiles. “Teddy is about to call you. He’s got a draft of the contract ready and has a few questions.”
“Awesome,” I say when I finish eating my last bite of a turkey sandwich and wipe my hands on a napkin.
My phone rings a second later with a 910-area code showing up on the screen.
“Hi, Teddy,” I say when I accept the call.
“He prefers Theo,” Maggie whispers.
“It’s Theo, actually,” the attorney corrects me, and I roll my eyes at Maggie. “And I’ve got this contract almost finished for you.”
“Thanks for your help on such short notice. It’s mostly a joke,” I tell him.
“That’s what Maggie said too, but…are you sure you want to do this? There are some serious employee/employer boundaries being crossed here.”
“Oh, I know, but it’s Monty. He’s a good guy, and I’ve worked for him for years. Honestly, I would’ve done it for free, but he kept offering me things.”
“Okay, then. If you’re sure. Is there anything else you need me to add other than the two weeks of vacation, the new luggage, clothes, pet sitting and a…realistic cat condo tree?”
I think it over for a moment and ask, “Could you put in an NDA?”
“Sure. For what exactly?”
“In case I snore. Or do anything else embarrassing over the weekend.”
Maggie grins and shakes her head.
“Oh, and add a clause that says Monty has to go along with all of my crazy ideas, including coordinating outfits for the duration of the weekend.”
“Got it. You’re planning to torture this man, aren’t you?”
“It’s nothing he can’t handle. My boss is a bit of an uptight control freak. This weekend I’m going to try and help him loosen up a little. Just make sure the contract clearly states that I agreed to this, want to do it, so nothing will ever come back on Monty if HR finds out.”
“Sure thing. Maggie gave me your email address, so I’ll send it over in a few minutes.”
“Thank you for your help, Teddy!”
“You’re welcome. And it’s Theo,” he repeats before ending the call.
“He’s great,” I tell Maggie. “I can see why he was your college best friend.”
“Teddy’s the best,” she says. “He’s always been there for me, whatever I need.”
“Oh, then he totally has the hots for you,” I point out.
“What? No. I’m not his type.”
“Smart, caring, beautiful isn’t his type?” I ask her.
“He’s always dated like models who have law degrees or doctorates,” she explains. “And I’m with Wyatt, who is perfect for me.”
Wyatt is a slacker who puts way too much stress on Maggie. Instead of pointing that out, I ask her, “Can I drop Mr. Jingles off around…six-thirty in the morning?”
Maggie grimaces. “Jesus, that’s early.”
