For now, anyway.
“And? It is so good that you came over, not that I mind.”
“Oh yes…apparently, Wyatt’s father’s company had been getting investigated and now, they’ve been shut down for illegal investing. Apparently, his father has been stealing money. Wyatt didn’t go into much more detail with me, although I know there are more details he knows. His dad was arrested, and they are seizing his business, and Lord knows what else.”
“Cash?” I raised my eyebrow in question, looking at her through the mirror. Of course, Breigh knew that would be the first thing I would ask about. Looking at our reflections in the mirror, we couldn't be more different. She was dark blonde to my brunette, her blue eyes to my dark brown. I wore makeup perfectly placed and she was void of it. I spent more time than I cared to admit on my hair, her… not so much. A brush through and a ponytail was her usual.
“He’s fine… I don't think he will be charged with anything or put in jail, but he might lose a lot of what he has. He might be ‘poor’ or to him poor.”
I laughed a little… and so did Breigh in unison.
“What did I tell you about karma? It’ll always bite you in the ass. Grammy has always said that.”
“Honestly, I don't and won’t wish ill will on Cash, but to say I’m not a little amused by him paying for some of his…”
“I don’t know what he will pay for exactly, but he will pay. No telling what they will seize. He will definitely have some lifestyle adjustments.”
I stood up and walked over to my closet to pick out my heels. I had a slight shopping problem when it came to buying heels, and clothes for that matter, but it was how I spoiled myself. Not to mention I was the head of the marketing department at a leading tech company in the nation. Clients expected me to dress to the nines representing my position.
There was something about looking good on the outside that made me feel great on the inside though.
I stopped in front of my floor-to-ceiling, modern-designed mirror to examine how I looked, “I do feel a little bad. What if he didn't know what was going on and now he will have to pay for it?”
“He had to know something was amiss. Wyatt didn’t think he knew the details or that he was in on it though, because their father was secretive with everything.”
“Well, that might benefit Cash.” I stood by the bedroom door and Breigh followed behind.
Once out in the living room, Breigh stopped and turned to me. “Do you think you’ll ever move on from him?”
“I have moved on from him,” I snapped back with irritation. I felt the sting of the lie as it left my tongue.
“Bullshit. You wouldn't be still thinking like that if you were.”
“I can’t help but think that maybe…”
“No… I think you are a bad judge of character when it comes to men. Cash will hopefully, eventually, become a good man, and I know Wyatt really wants to help him now…”
Breigh paused, judging my reaction on how I was going to respond. I knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't say anything to hurt me. And let’s face it, sometimes words hurt.
I took a deep breath then released it. “I am a bad judge of character in men. You are right… I’m so good at judging everything else, but NOT men.” I reached for my purse and my coffee cup. “Come on… I’ve got to get to the office.”
“You’re not mad, right?” Breigh said, as she followed me out the door. Typical Breigh, always concerned about hurting someone’s feelings.
“Of course not.” I leaned into her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Love you, Breigh… I could get used to coffee in the morning like this…”
“Yeah, me too. Me too, my friend.”
We both had gone our separate ways, her getting into her mommy mobile and me, my Mercedes. Before putting on my Prada sunglasses, I took a quick look in the mirror, making a quick promise to myself that I would not be thinking about this today. It had nothing to do with me, and I would do better by staying out of it.
No, I would not let myself reach out to Cash. No matter how badly I wanted to.
6
CASH
I think a man came to a point in his life when he realized changes had to be made, time to grow up in a sense. For me, the world did that for me because apparently, I wasn’t seeing it. I thought I was career
fulfilled, working an easy job, which I pretended was hard, getting paid like I was important. Realistically, I was important but only because of what my last name was, Galloway. Galloway Investors no longer existed.
I basically wined and dined our clients of the firm, securing them, or persuading others to leave their current firms. Not a day had gone by that I had actually done anything I didn't actually enjoy doing. Nothing was ever done for kindness or for anyone else. Always about me, what was good for me, Cash.
To say I followed in my father’s footsteps was putting it mildly. I knew he ran around on my mother, chasing skirts, but I turned my cheek. I knew if I acknowledged it I would have to face it. He was a playboy even at his age of sixty-five.
When the federal government came in seizing and shutting down my father’s company, I wasn’t naïve enough to think he was innocent. And I wasn’t stupid enough to think I wasn’t going to have to pay for some of my mistakes,
