“I’m listening and learning, sir,” I say in a cool voice that I know will please his ego.
Sure enough, he nods with satisfaction. He turns to Zimmerman. “You know what this kid did last month? Made Greg Gordon cry. Cry. In a fuckin’ deposition. Real tears, on the record. I almost framed the transcript.”
“He’s a peach,” Zimmerman agrees, not really listening.
“He’s better than that. He’s the future of this damn firm.” Raymond reaches over and grabs the back of my neck with his bourbon-warm hand and shakes me. “This kid is going places. Mark my words.”
“Cassandra, are you listening? Don’t be rude. Matvei is the future of the firm.”
“That’s wonderful,” Cass says to her plate.
“Look at him when you say it, Cassandra. Jesus.”
She lifts her face and gives me her hostess smile. “That’s won
