That Kind of Girl (Fillmore & Greenwich Book 2) by Kate Perry

arrived."
    Dana shrugged. Some people liked having a particular spot in the room and they flipped out when they didn't get it. Beth hadn't struck her that way, but who knew?
    "I almost didn't expect to see you here, what with your newfound riches." Beth's smile was full of excitement for her. "Have you planned out how you're going to spend your money?"
    She felt her lips take on the shape of a pout.
    "Oh, no." Beth's eyes widened. "That doesn't look good. What happened?"
    "They said I was fired before I earned my bonus. They held up my last deal so it was signed after I was officially terminated." Repeating it made her feel the stab in her heart all over again. If she could, she'd take the knife from her heart and stab Scott Cleary in the face.
    She winced. That may have been aggressive. He was just doing his job. Besides, his face was too nice to damage. Stabbing him in the gut was better.
    Lesson learned. She shook her head. Kevin had sucked, and so did Scott. She was done with sucky men.
    "Can they do that?"
    She refocused on Beth. "Do what?"
    "Refuse to give you your bonus." Beth frowned. "I'm no expert, but I don't think they can do that."
    "They just did," she replied, looking glum.
    Beth pressed against the counter. "So what are you going to do about it?"
    "I thought I'd buy some cheap wine from Trader Joe's and drink myself into oblivion," she joked. Kind of.
    Beth shook her head. "No, you're going to go home and looking up California law, and then you're going to call a lawyer. Do you know one?"
    Kevin. She had to swallow the bile that rose in her throat before she could answer. "Not really."
    "Find one," Beth said firmly. "They're counting on you not fighting back. Most people wouldn't, but you don't seem like most people."
    She straightened her back. "Damn skippy, I'm not most people."
    "They think they can get away with taking things from us and putting us in a corner. It's time to take back what's ours." Beth's face flushed, and her eyes burned with righteous indignation.
    Dana shifted away from her new friend. "This isn't the part where you take up a pitchfork and spur me to help you kill the beast, is it?"
    "I'm not going to kill the beast," Beth said. " You're killing the beast."
    She thought about Scott Cleary. He wasn't the beast as much as he was Harry Potter, and she couldn't kill Harry Potter. Harry Potter was a hero and so adorable.
    Scott was less adorable than hot, but that was because he was age appropriate. She'd think the same about Harry if he were twenty-five years older.
    She wrinkled her nose. She really did need help.
    * * *
    The Internet didn't exist only for goat videos and porn, and thank goodness for that.
    Dana huddled over her laptop while she did some research, the pen and sticky notes she'd taken from work coming in handy. She'd found a bunch of different laws that she thought might apply.
    Beth was so certain that she needed a lawyer, but lawyers were expensive—she knew that from her divorce. She didn't know when she'd have the luxury of another job, and she needed to make sure her pennies stretched for as long as possible.
    Her roommate Jeannie stumbled out of her room, wearing boy shorts and a tank top, her hair tangled. "You're up early."
    "Actually, I'm up late." She took a sip of the cheap wine she'd bought on the way home from the yoga studio that night. She made a face at its youthful tartness and set the glass down. "Are you going to bed?"
    "I'm going to work." Looking at her like she was insane, Jeannie pressed the button on the coffee maker, and it burbled to life. "Have you been drinking all night?"
    She tipped the mostly full bottle of wine. "I tried but it didn't work."
    "Oo-kay." Jeannie shook her head and strutted toward their bathroom. "I'm taking a shower."
    "Sure," she said, returning her attention to her research.
    Dana printed everything out, making sure it was all in order with sticky notes in place, and then hopped up from the table. If she got dressed and went