The Laws of Love

Chapter 12

"Nothing... I just went to see her last night, and she wasn't very excited."

Mark sighed. Well, in most divorces two lawyers were needed, one representing each of the parties involved. She could collaborate with Tori if she cared that much.

In the end he would have to give him that cable he asked for, and not because he had time to spare to handle another case, but out of pure appreciation. Although the Ambanis were three siblings in all, and three different women had carried the last name, Jesse was the only relative he felt in his family, besides Camila, who was like his adoptive mother. The 'great' Ambani's first wife had passed away without his knowing her, and his had died too. Of the others, his older brother and his father, he preferred not to comment. It was too early for him to be admitted for arterial obstruction, and he had too many enemies to give them the pleasure of dying young.

"As your adviser, I ask you, please, don't do that again." If he asks for space, give it to him, he deserves it. In addition to the fact that if you do not grant it... She is a lawyer: it will not be difficult for her to list the penal offenses of the Code to remind you of how badly you can end up if you cross the line.

As soon as Jesse assumed, among so many threats, that Marc was going to collaborate, she broke into a huge smile of joy and threw herself into his arms. Marc tolerated as much as he could his display of physical contact, and what was worse... His unbearable body odor. It was clear why Victoria hadn't let him through the doors of her house. Pesticides weren't cheap, and it would have taken a whole rescue team to breathe in their company.

"You're not very busy, are you?" You can afford to waste time with your brother.

Marc made a mental outline of his schedule for the next month. One of the times of greatest investment in the companies he advised was approaching, in addition to the fact that one of his most important clients had gotten into a huge legal problem; Add to that the Campbell story, everything he had to find out about Sandoval to get her out of the way, the many cases Jesse had left hanging and he had to cover, plus the fact that it was time to find a new man. attached, going through dozens of personal interviews with renowned universities... He could afford to sleep three hours a day, and there he was being generous.

“No, I just have a few things to do. He didn't miss Yasin's raised eyebrow, who knew his schedule better than he did. You, on the other hand... If you want me to be your lawyer, you're going to have to take care of a few things.

Jesse shifted, looking at him eagerly, as if he'd been promised the latest issue of Playboy magazine instead of legal advice. Yeah, his brother was into adult entertainment.

“I'm all ears.

"While you find an apartment, I'm going to leave you the keys to my mother's house." He took the bunch out of his pocket, and took out one that was marked with a blue dye. He put it into her hand. It has been closed for a long time, so you will have to air it out a bit by opening windows and cleaning in general. But you can use the shower… You're going to use the shower ,” he corrected, “and you're going to move your stuff in there while the divorce is signed. And by "move your things" I don't mean that you put the alcohol in the pantry of the apartment. If I pass by and see something other than water or juice, you'll find out why they call me a demon.

"Okay, no alcohol in the pantry... I'll put it in the fridge," he agreed, smiling. Suddenly, as if he had pushed a button, that amused gesture was undone. Wait, wait, wait... Did you say "my mother's house"? Do you seriously want to get me into your mother 's apartment ? Your mother ?

That he repeated it so many times was about to drive him crazy. Marc was very good at being patient from the outside, but inside all kinds of aggressive instincts were stirred up when they uttered any of the forbidden words on his list. The one that Jesse kept stressing about was one of them.

She looked at him with a mixture of menace and indifference.

“Yes, my mother's house. You have a problem with that?

“ No, no, no, no , quite the opposite, just... It surprises me. It's nothing bad, eh, I swear. It's not that I'm scared, or ashamed, or anything like that. It gives me respect.

"Can you think of a better place while you save for a rent?"

"Well... I could live with you."

“Not. “What he lacked: sacrificing his few moments of relaxation and silence, or worse... His order and concert. You know I neither like nor can I live with people. If you say it because you need company, I could not offer it to you. I'm almost never there. Call Wentworth, if not.

"Oh no, nothing like that. I have a reputation. I'm not going to let my best friend find out I'm so sensitive.

Marc didn't insist, agreeing not to bother Went. It was a friend they had in common, and although Jesse insisted that it was his favorite friendship, there were many things that escaped him about their feelings that Marc, on the other hand, was aware of. It wouldn't do for Jesse to hover in the middle of a divorce around the man who still dreamed of his ex”wife. If they weren't the two very sons of his mother, one childish and the other a compulsive liar, Marc would propose to them to set up a club to overcome ebony goddesses like Victoria Palermo. But such secrecy revolved around that story that he preferred not to intervene, even though he was already stained up to the eyebrows. He didn't even know how he did it to end up involved in such a mess of tails out of loyalty.

"But your mother's apartment…" Jesse kept denying. It doesn't feel right.

Marc tensed again. She gave him a look that was no longer filtered, full of resentment. He was rarely defensive, and even when he did it was hardly noticeable, but his advances were worse than a knee in the balls.

And it did not go by with the comparison.

"Look, if you say it because...

"No, of course I'm not saying it because of that," he cut in immediately, overwhelmed, "but because perhaps it wouldn't be convenient for me to be in a place full of so many memories for you... Especially when with this divorce we'll see each other more and maybe you have to go there.

Marc smiled without feeling it.

I'm not nostalgic. I assure you that I will not start crying because I see a few portraits.

“What worries me is precisely that you don't cry. You should cry sometime, Tweety. “ Damn, Tweety . She had to bring up the nickname Camila gave her to clear the air. I'm sure it suits you.

"Not as good as rediscovering soap will do you." You stink, Jesse.