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ambulance chaser, so to speak. She’s great at getting clients in front of cameras but she’s a horrible lawyer. James will have to appear in court at some point and then I’ll make sure this drags on until they get sick of it or until I can present evidence to get this thrown out. James is going to handle that, aren’t you?”
    “As soon as I eat. Thanks, Ernie. I’ll be in contact. Come on, little girl, let’s go get some steaks,” James replied.
    “Shouldn’t this be a big deal? Why are we so happy?” I wondered, confused still.
    “I have a better lawyer and we’ve got the truth on our side. Relax, this is the last time Vicky gets the best of us,” James said and bent to kiss me before slipping his hand onto the small of my back and leading me towards the front door with Ernest in tow. Ernest told us he’d be in contact and we followed him out of the gate in my Jeep. Once we were at James’ restaurant seated in the private dining room, I just couldn’t stand it anymore.
    “James, this isn’t a joke. You could go to prison,” I said after Monica had taken our orders.
    “Little girl, it’s a game. I didn’t do anything wrong and we’ll prove it. Hell, it’ll probably never go to trial. Ernest is the best,” James told me. I still wasn’t satisfied.
    “But what if that doesn’t happen? What if your fans turn on you?” I asked.
    “I’ll take your lead on that. I told Ernest to write up a statement and call a press conference. I’m going to deny the charges like you did. That’s turned out pretty good for you, hasn’t it?” James reminded me. He was right. After my press conference a couple of weeks back, the fans, especially the LGBT fans, responded well. It didn’t seem as if they cared if I was bisexual, lesbian or whatever, but my vocal support won over a lot of people. Some fans seemed offended someone would try to use my sexuality to smear me. I’d spoken to several lesbians at Battery’s shows that were offended by the idea that being a lesbian or bisexual was somehow salacious or deviant.
    I didn’t blame them. My admission and the stand I’d taken had endeared me to Battery’s LGBT fans, though some of the women were disappointed I wasn’t playing for the other team, so to speak. Maybe James had a point. Maybe this would all go away. We did have the truth on our side and Ernest was a good lawyer. He’d make sure we had the time to clear James and hopefully implicate Sylvia and Victoria. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to go away quietly though. I wasn’t sure what drove Victoria other than vanity and pride to do this, but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t stop willingly. She would continue until James and I were ruined or we managed to stop her.
    “I’m just sick and tired of all this. Tabloids and ex-wives are one thing, but this could ruin you. Maybe that’s not likely but it’s a possibility. It scares me,” I replied.
    “Well, I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t concerned. I am. However, I’m mad too and I’m going to fight. I called the private investigator on the way home for the police station. He’s going to meet us tomorrow,” James said.
    “How do you know this guy? Is he a friend or something?” I wondered.
    “He works cases like this. He’s good and has a reputation for doing what needs to be done. I met him when he was working for Barbara. He asked me some questions. He’s a fan and he offered his services if I ever needed them,” James told me. Barbara was James’ neighbor but I’d never met her. Just then our food came. James ordered a rib eye and I got a petite filet minon. As usual, we ordered a big bowl of mac and cheese, the best thing on the menu at James’ steak house. I was so worked up I didn’t realize how hungry I was.
    We enjoyed the meal trying to forget about all the drama. The food helped me forget, at least temporarily. After we were finished, Monica came in and James asked her to take a seat. He treated the employees