*Amelia**I slumped against the headboard of my bed and surveyed the scene before me. Multiple textbooks, a few highlighters, freshly sharpened pencils arranged in a neat row, and my notepad littered with notes were all laying on my comforter. I had been studying for hours but still felt overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information needed for this semester's final exams. My second year of law school had been the most brutal yet.I stood and walked to get my third cup of coffee when my cell phone began to ring. I picked it up and saw it was Heart of St. Francis Hospital, and my heart lurched in my chest, "Hello?"The nurse on the other line spoke quickly, her voice laced with urgency, "Ms. Hartley?"I began to feel panicked by the tone the nurse's voice was conveying, and I was barely able to squeak out, "This is she."The nurse spoke again, "We need you to get over here right away.""What's going on? Is my mother okay?" I asked, hot fresh tears developing in the corner of
*Amelia*Adrian was seated behind his desk, a picture of poise and power. His tailored charcoal suit fit his frame perfectly, emphasizing the definition of his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Though he was facing away from me, I could feel the energy radiating from him like a force field.His eyes met mine as he turned around in his chair, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. His gaze was piercing and cold, sending shivers down my spine. There was something about him, something in his eyes that exuded danger, intimidation, and sex, a combination that left me feeling completely off-balance.He motioned for me to take a seat across from him with a nod of his head before searching through some paperwork on his desk. My stomach twisted into knots as I sat there waiting for him to start talking; I had no idea what this meeting would entail, and my anxiety was running rampant.I cleared my throat and spoke, "Mr. Chase..."He interrupted me almost immediately, "Adrian, please.
*Adrian*I had to keep it professional, no matter what. I had dangerous thoughts about corrupting her body in so many ways. It was dangerously exciting to know she would be under my thumb and, perhaps later, after the case was over and won, she could also be in my bed.As I left Amelia standing in the corridor, my spine prickled with awareness of her eyes on my back. The faint scent of her lavender perfume lingered in the air, and I struggled to keep my focus on the case at hand.Even though I knew I couldn't let my guard down around her, every step away from her felt like a loss. Her stunning beauty had already set me on a dangerous course, but I refused to let it cloud my judgment any further."Adrian?" Evelyn asked, jarring me from my thoughts rather abruptly."Yes, Evelyn?" I asked as if I hadn't just been staring blankly at the ancient marble floors of my office.She stood and walked around the reception desk, straightening her pale yellow skirt as she walked, "I don't
*Amelia* I was so caught up in the details of my personal injury case that I almost missed my lunch meeting with Gregory. I glanced at the clock and realized it was nearly time. I hurried to make sure I wasn't late. A few muttered curses later, I shoved off my desk and packed my bag as hastily as I could.We had plans to meet at a diner around the corner, and if I hurried, I'd make it in time. As I walked, I couldn't help but reflect on how we first met. It was at a conference for private investigators that I had attended out of pure curiosity. During a break between presentations, we'd struck up a conversation about the food, and it resulted in me feeling uncharacteristically comfortable with him.Little did I know, that conversation would be the first of many. I took his number that day and ended up calling him for advice on tracking down a witness in a case I was working on at the time. We became fast friends after that. In little more than a year, we had developed an unbreak
*Adrian*Twenty minutes later and without an apology, William "Bill" Donovan came to the table in a cheap suit, thin hair combed over his bald spot in a feeble attempt to conceal it. He didn't apologize for being late, instead, he gave me a smarmy smile and took the chair opposite me. He said nothing at first, just looked around the restaurant with thinly veiled cockiness."The next time you show up late, I'm docking your pay by fifty percent," I informed him angrily.He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Couldn't be helped. I had things ta do this morning. Took longuh than expected.He had the most Jersey accent I'd ever heard, and he was perpetually late and money hungry. There was a list of things I despised about the man, but damn it, he was a great private investigator. If the situation ever called for it, I knew that Bill could be trusted to take care of business without any questions asked. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy who got the job done with ruthless efficiency–eve
*Amelia*Today, I felt unstoppable. Gregory and I had made progress with two of the witnesses that had been bribed to stay quiet. Neither of them was quite ready to go on the record, but they had spoken with us and told us their stories, which were both very similar to my mother's.Stacia, the woman I had spoken to, had been living with a breast cancer diagnosis. She was desperate for a cure and had turned to the MID Corporation when the doctors couldn't help her. At first, it seemed like a miracle; her tumors had shrunk dramatically in just a few short weeks.But then, Stacia started to experience serious side effects from the drugs—nausea, hair loss, fatigue, her kidneys began shutting down—and eventually, her tumors began to grow at a frightening rate. By the grace of God, a surgeon performed a risky surgery and managed to remove most of the tumors. Once she stopped MID's medication, the tumors stopped growing. She was in remission now but suffered long-term effects from her o
*Amelia*I was sitting in my office looking over the paperwork for a case that I had just received a trial date. After I wasted most of my work day yesterday, I worked late to get caught up on some of the things I had been neglecting, and today, I felt better than I had in weeks. I was typing a reply to an email to Michael when there was a knock at the door."Come in," I called. I looked up from my computer screen to see Adrian standing in the doorway of my office with an odd expression on his face. I quickly saved what I had been working on and closed my laptop before looking back at him."What can I do for you, Adrian?" I asked, curious about why he'd show up at my office instead of calling or emailing me."Amelia, I have news," he rushed.He stepped inside with an envelope in his hand."This arrived at the office today," he said, placing the envelope in my hands.I took it from him and carefully began to open it, my curiosity fully piqued. When I unfolded the letter, I
*Amelia*"Evelyn, hello. How can I help you?" I asked Adrian's gorgeous assistant.She huffed and looked around me at Adrian, who had pulled his mask down, which made his features look almost granite, carved like one of Michaelangelo’s statues."There you are. I've been looking for you for thirty minutes, you said you'd be right back," she said, annoyance dripping from her every word.She leaned against the doorway and gave Adrian a look that I couldn't decipher. He stared her down, then finally said, "What, Evelyn?"She pulled away from the doorway and looked over at me before returning her gaze to him. "Paperwork was dropped off that needs your signature right away, and Bill has called three times in the last ten minutes." She said, "He's very insistent that he speaks with you soon."Adrian's body language changed at the mention of Bill's name, and the reaction had me wondering who Bill was."I'll deal with it later," he said gruffly.Evelyn nodded and turned away to