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him, see what he says, then
I’ll let you know what I come up with. I’m not calling him ahead of time. I’m
just going to show up so he can’t cook up any stories. I want him to admit what
he did and get him to agree to a large settlement – actual damages, defamation
of character and punitive damages. I’ll be drawing up the lawsuit today and
filing it before the end of the week.”
    Morgan exhaled a long sigh, looking at the grading. “Thank you.
At least I’m getting two more paychecks from Lily in the interim. That’ll help,
but I hope I don’t end up having to call creditors and explain that a client
has put me on the reserve list.”
    “That’s why I’m doing this as fast as I am. If you don’t mind,
I’d like to send a copy of the motion as an attachment so you can let me know
if anything needs to be changed.”
    “No problem. I’ll look for it and let you know.”
    “I’ll let you go, then,” Rick said, hanging up.
    ***
    Rick drove to Mack’s Country Clothing, noting that the store was
located in an area that got little foot traffic. “Hmm, no wonder he’s not
getting very many sales. If he gave up his lease here and moved to the east
side of the city, he’d be more likely to see better sales. Let’s see what he’s
got on the racks.” Rick made sure to walk in as a customer so he wouldn’t tip
off John Mack.
    “Well, good mornin’, pardner! How you doin’ this fine mornin’?”
asked John Mack. He strode quickly to Rick, hand outstretched. “We got several
men’s items on sale and clearance. If you’re lookin’ for some western jeans or
a western-cut shirt, I know we got several in your size. How about some cowboy
boots or riders?”
    “Mornin! Let me see what you have. I do need a few things, but I
want to make sure I’m getting a good price first. I’ll let you know if I see
anything here.” Rick strolled around the store, looking at the stock and the
general condition of the premises, noting the aged dressing rooms, dust on the
windowsills and the fine coating of dust on shoeboxes and hangers.
    “Excuse me, Mr. . . .?”
    “Mack. John Mack. You see anything you like?”
    “Yeah, but like I said, I’d like to look around town before I
make my decision. Listen do you have time to shoot the breeze for a few?”
    “Sure! Girls, manage the floor while I’m talkin’ to this fine
man. I’ll be out in a few minutes. Push the sales items and suggest
accessories! Let’s go right this way, sir.”
    Inside John’s small, cramped office, Rick got right to the point.
    “Did you used to have an employee by the name of Morgan Adams?
She worked here up until a couple of years ago.”
    “Yeah. Why?”
    “She’s facing allegations of outsourcing some of her writing
responsibilities with her client, it seems. She’s taking some different kinds
of work to see her through until her editor determines if the charges are true
or not. Would you know anything about that?”
    “Yeah, I called that editor. I need – want – Morgan back here in
the store and I’ll do whatever it takes to get  her in here. Takes some cool
thinkin’ to outwit someone who thinks she’s able to run her own bidness outta’
her home.”
    “Yeah, that it does. How’d you find out about what ‘outsourcing’
is? What has her response been when you’ve invited her to come back?”
    “Talked to a writer friend I know. She explained this
‘outsourcing’ thing to me when we were eating lunch together one day. I
figgered that, if I make her name mud, she’ll come back with her tail between
her pretty little legs. She’s refused up until now. I think, with that call I
made, she may just have to come back if she don’t wanna lose that pretty little
spread she’s got.”
    “Smart thinking! You just may have outwitted her . . . or you may
have stepped your feet right into a huge cow patty,” said Rick with a sharp
look.
    “What? What are you talkin’ about?”
    “Rick Devins. I’m her attorney.