Inevitable

Killian peered at the neatly arranged stack of files on his large oak table, his pen in his mouth.

His office was one of the best in England, with its transparent glass walls displaying a lovely view of the city.

The walls of his office were painted a deep shade of green, matching perfectly with his white cushions, a large, dark-brown oak table, and a black office chair.

A few paintings hung on the wall, while a large, glass shelf held neat stacks of his favourite books and his numerous trophies.

Right now, he wasn't in the mood to admire the works of his decorators. His mind was on something more urgent.

A construction worker had just sued Soter Group for the injury he had sustained while using their product and was demanding a million dollars as compensation.

“Crazy”, Killian muttered angrily.

From the look of things, the odds were against them, and the man seemed most likely to win the case. Plus, the fool had hired a well-known, ace lawyer.

Killian had called the JCK firm to inform them of the development, and they had set up a meeting for today. He couldn't attend though, he had more a urgent meeting to be at. He had begged Truce to make an appearance for him.

He swore silently as he stared at the lawsuit again. It didn't make sense to him.

A lawsuit like this could damage his company's reputation, the company he had laboured for years to build. This had never happened before.

The door of his office busted open, and Nixen strolled in.

“I saw your message”, Nixen said analyzing him, a smile on his face.

“I don't think the situation is something to smile about”.

Killian stood up to grab two glasses and a bottle of scotch.

“It isn't”, Nixen said, accepting the glass of scotch he was offering him.

“Then why are you laughing?”

“Because it's something my lawyers can easily fix”.

“How humble of you”.

Killian walked to the transparent glass wall, staring at the buzzing city. It was only noon, but England always had a way of being so busy.

“I trust them”, Nixen said, raising his glass of scotch for cheers, before drinking.

“Well, they better keep up to your expectations, we both know the construction worker is only pulling some tricks to get money from us”.

“He's a little bit greedy if you allow me to judge”.

“Be my fucken guest”.

Killian’s office phone rang, and he picked it up.

He exchanged a few words with his secretary and turned to Nixen, whose brows were slightly raised with curiosity.

“What is it?” Nixen asked.

“The meeting I was meant to attend in twenty minutes was cancelled, and that means I'd have enough time to attend the meeting with your lawyers. I hope they impress me”.

“I'm certain they would. Let's get going”.

Killian sent a quick text to Truce, telling him not to bother about the meeting.

With that, he adjusted his well-tailored black Brioni suit and followed Nixen.

When they reached the hallway, he called several instructions to his secretary, and she responded, giving him a coquettish smile. He made a mental note to employ a male secretary next time.

“I have a particular hotshot lawyer that would impress you”, Nixen said, as they got into his white Lamborghini.

“We'll see”.

***

Mayeli sat behind her large, oak table in her beige-painted office pouring over a few important cases she had for the week. It was 4 pm, past her closing time, and she was exhausted.

She had to wrap up her cases for today early, so she could make it in time to pick Bryelle up from her mom's place. She had been so busy all week that she barely had time for her child. Since today was Friday, she wanted to take her out and spend some time with her.

Kreed sat at the cream-coloured cushions slouched at the corner of the office, eating a very late lunch, and filling her in on the latest happenings at the firm. He seemed to be in a good mood.

“Your lunch would get cold, May”, he said for the umpteenth time in one hour. She watched as he adjusted his grey Chanel suit. The young man certainly had a knack for looking gorgeous.

“You've said it before”, came her dry reply.

“Just a reminder, besides you work too hard”. He ran his hands through his curly brown hair that fell over his forehead. It was a habit she had gotten used to seeing.

“I'm not in the mood for one of your lectures, Kreed!”

He was about to say something, when her phone rang, silencing him.

“Hello May”, Diora's girly voice boomed into the receiver.

“Hey girl”.

“What's with the sour tone? By the way, Claudia wants you in her office now”.

“What? Umm, did she say why?”

“Nope, but you can ask her when you get back. I'd pick Bryelle, and bring them to the office to meet you just in case you run late”.

Diora was indeed a blessing to her life.

“Thanks, girl”.

“See ya”.

She stared at the black office phone for a while, wondering what Claudia wanted to see her about. She called her most times to assist with huge cases or seek her advice on important matters, but neither was the case in this scenario.

She stood up, adjusted her Olive green suit skirt, and headed out of her office.

“You're going somewhere?” Kreed asked, standing up.

“Yep, Claudia wants me. You can leave if I run late”.

She walked out of the office without waiting for his reply. She wasn't in the mood to answer any of his numerous questions.

When she got to Claudia's office, she took in a deep breath before knocking on the dark-brown door. She wondered what this was about, and silently prayed it was not what she was thinking.