here conversations were measured in millions and whispers could sway legislation. Drew was standing near the
she s
erous rage. His expensive suit was rumpled, his hair a mess. He looked like
n faltered. In a city built on appearances, such
cold. She stood her ground, a predator watc
t only for her, but loud enough for nearby ears to catch. "You ha
shing a factual account of events? Mr. Sterling, the primary element of
eep, ugly red. "You
ine clarity. "Your reputation is a direct consequence of your actions, n
were openly staring now, their gazes shifting betwe
at her. "Who the hell do you think you are? You're just a bitch who climbed
al, personal attack, a line crossed
d to move forward, but Drew stopp
ry. Instead, a slow smile spread across her
ing my summa cum laude from Georgetown Law and my position here at Blackwell & Pratt,
y of one of the most prestigious law firms on K Street. Your disruptive beha
desk. Two guards were already on thei
er, laced with steel, "you insulted not just me, but my family. There are
time, he felt a sliver of real fear. This wasn't the woman he'
pressed down on him. The shame was a
ed. She addressed the approaching security guards. "This g
each taking an arm in a grip that was polite but unbreaka
ough the revolving doors and expelled onto th
She turned to her assistant. "Jessica,
in the silent lobby. She left behind an audience of stunned lawyers and
ar, did the smile fall from her face. A flicker of exhaustion crossed her fea
met her in the hallway as she stepped out. The older woma
rew replied with a sma
was over. Chad Ster
ar larger storm was gathering, an
xt message. From her gra
ner. We have thi
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