Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 85 The Final Say

*Trisha*

Of course Nate's outburst is all over the news and online. A celebrity defending his friend. But it has turned into positive media attention which Richard and Elliott are both relieved about.  I don't know how being Nate's personal assistant made me their verbal punching bag over the years, but they know I'm the only one who seems to reel Nate in- so I get the brunt of it when he makes the news. Like I haven't done my job or something. Like I don't have enough going on in my head right now, I have to deal with Tweedledee and Tweedledum over there.

"You're luck it turned into a positive thing." Elliott sighs over the phone while I put my make up on. "That can't happen today, Trisha."

"You know what, Elliott? Not to be rude, but the last thing I'm thinking about is how my boss reacts in court right now. Consider me taking a day off, ok? I have more important shit to worry about than Nate's reaction."

I slam the off button on my phone and cry, now ruining my make up. I currently understand the need to throw a cell phone but refrain- because I'm not an idiot.

Nate comes out of the bathroom in only a towel and pats the top of my head like I'm a fucking puppy.

"You may want to touch up your make up." He pokes fun of me while walking by.

"Fuck you." I retort.

He drops his towel completely to get dressed not caring I'm in the room. We never do.  And he's doing it on purpose right now. But the last thing I want to see is this fucker's bare ass after getting reamed out by HIS bosses.

"You can't have any outbursts today, Nate. I fucking mean it." I wipe my face with a cloth and start over. "Both Elliott AND Richard are on me."

"They called you?" He turns around, snapping the waistband of his underwear against his abs once they are on.

"Both of them. I can't fucking worry about this shit on top of everything else."  My eyes tear up again. "Fuck!" I pull out more make up wipes and clean my face. I give up. No eye make-up today. 

Nate walks over to the vanity and puts both hands on my shoulders, looking at me through the mirror.

"Darlin', don't worry about those two dips, ok? I'm allowed to get mad in court. I can't help it they decided to televise it. I wouldn't be human if I didn't show emotion."

"You know that, and I know that, but they don't care. Those two only care about keeping you out of the newspapers."

"Newspapers, eh? You missing Paulie or something?"

"Fuck you." I repeat again and stand up to get dressed. Like Nate, I don't care who sees me naked. My clothes are hanging in Nate's wardrobe because I don't have much of a closet in the guest bedroom. I drop my robe and begin to get dressed. I catch Nate checking me out from his wardrobe mirror but he turns away when I walk out with my clothes. I still get to him. Good to know because the gym has not been on my to-do list lately.

We both hear Casey pleading with James to eat more of his breakfast from the other room.

"What if that's his last real meal?" I burst into tears just thinking about it and notice Nate must have been thinking the same thing with the way his eyes water.

"I'll go check on him." He tucks in his shirt and leaves the room.

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*James*

"Is there time for me to see Julia before we go to the courthouse this afternoon?" I ask Nate in hopes he'll understand and say yes. What if it's my last time seeing her?