erling & Hayes was a mon
ceptionist. "I'm Ms. Stone. I have a te
Her brow furrowed. Mr. Reynolds's calendar was empty.
ne," Sarah said. "P
arply pressed suit emerg
d with relief. "This is Ms. S
a hand. "Mr. Reynolds. A pl
ed, but he took her hand. "Pl
Daphne's sharp, affected vo
It's been
ged from a more secluded corridor. He was tall, dark-haired, and
ng on a show as if they were old
ld gray eyes swept past her to the scene at the front desk: Isabell
awyer-his competitor, no less-and she was handling the mistake with a quiet composure that belonge
rest
chest. "Mr. Hudson. I'm Darius Lloyd. We
My schedule is quite full," he said
, darling, you're not actually planning to hire Kevin, are you?" She practically sp
d center. Kevin Reyno
ssed Briaan Hudson, she paused-just for a moment. Their eyes
izing each other acro
ned to Kevin. "Mr. Reynolds, is the
billion-dollar case, dropped straight int
uring toward his office. "
, something unreadable
. "That woman is our opposition. If you take our case, all of Ll
assive, na
Lloyd, as I said, there's a process. Please sch
, leaving Darius and Daphne standing like
desk. "Sarah," he said, his voice low and carrying an authority th
h replied, a note of confusion
ds's closed office door. He knew Kevin. T
in wouldn't just fumble it-he'd panic and run. A faint, almo
watch. "The moment they apply pressure, Kevin will crack. Whe
d for wh
an said, anticipation
need a real lawy
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