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suggestively. 
                  “What do you want?” he said. 
                  “Just a little cash to tide me over... Being a big shot lawyer, I’d say you’ve got a nice little nest egg building up.”
                  “I’m not giving you money, Rowena.”
                  She walked closer to him, staying on the step above him so that they were nose to nose.  “I wasn’t really asking, Mr. Harrison.  This is how it’s going to be... You are going to give me five grand, and I’m not going to tell everyone in town that you’re fucking the bastard daughter of the man who killed your daddy.”
                  Reed felt like he’d taken a sucker punch to the gut, but he didn’t show it.  “I’m not giving you a damn cent, and everyone in this town knows that you don’t have a clue who Cass’ father is.”
                  Rowena smiled, “I’m gonna give you a day or two to think about it.  In the meantime, you check out his Mama’s will... It’s filed in your office, right along with everything else Thacker Milhouse ever did.  You just look and see if my ungrateful bitch of a daughter isn’t listed as one of the heirs.”
                  Reed watched her walk away, his gut churning.  The accident that had taken his father’s life had happened so long ago that it was barely a faded memory for him.  But the name of the drunk driver who had run him off the road, Parker Remington, was forever burned into his mind.  One court battle after another of trying to get the insurance companies to settle up, of hearing that name that was the root of all their troubles over and over again, had taken up most of his childhood.  Walking over to one of the small benches, he tried to gather his thoughts.  It didn’t change anything about how he felt about Cass.  Hell, she didn’t even know her father’s name.  She was as much a victim as the rest of them.  The Remingtons were loaded, and she’d been growing up in a rusted out trailer, fending off the drunken advances of her mother’s boyfriends du jour.   If it was true, and Remington was her father, then Cass was also going to inherit a sizable fortune, something that Rowena would undoubtedly be eager to get her hands on. 
                  Reed rose and crossed Main Street, taking the stairs to his office two at a time.  When he opened the door and stepped inside, his heart leapt into his throat.  Cass was perched on top of a ladder, standing on her tiptoes, cleaning the fanlights over the windows. 
                  “I’ll be right with you,” she called out, never looking behind her. 
                  “Cass, you get your ass down from there right now,” he said, trying to remain calm. 
                  She glanced over her shoulder, the ladder wobbling precariously.  “I’ve just got this one to finish, Reed.  I don’t think these windows have been cleaned since they were installed!”
                  He prayed for strength not to strangle her on the spot.  “I don’t pay you to do windows, Cass.  I pay you to answer the damn phone.  Get down before you brake your neck!”  He saw her stiffen, the harsh set of her jaw, her shoulders drawn back.  He’d pissed her off, but at that moment, he didn’t much care. 
                  Climbing down the ladder, Cass turned to face him and immediately poked her finger into the center of his chest.  “I may work for you, Reed Harrison, but don’t you ever talk to me that way!”
                  Reed had been pushed about as far as he could be that day.  He grasped her wrists, both of them in one of his hands and backed her towards the wall.  “Then don’t do stupid ass, bullheaded things, like climbing to the top of an eight foot ladder in an old building with uneven floor boards when you’re all by your damned