Chapter 7

“Hey, Anton. Didn’t know you liked pizza.”

He’d certainly preferred the Bartow Country Club when I worked for him. He usually ate at the club three days of the week when he wasn’t having food delivered for lunch for him and the other senior partners at Hill & Donaldson.

Anton recruited me to come work for him a few years back before he fired me, and I started my own practice three years ago. When he hired me, he told me he caught one of my murder trials as a public defender. Later, deep in our affair, I learned Anton had other reasons for hiring me. He’d seen me around the courthouse and had an investigator check up on me. When he found out I frequented gay bars in Tampa, he offered me a very well-paying job as his associate. That I was a very good trial attorney was icing on the cake to him, as he would bed me when his wife was out of town, or fucked me when the office was closed every time he had a chance.