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With a deep breath, I head downstairs, the anticipation bubbling within me. “Good afternoon,” I say, walking into the room and taking a seat on the plush sofa beside Clark. “Good afternoon,” they respond in unison, their voices blending together in a chorus of professionalism. I glance around the room, quickly counting about four lawyers, two of whom I recognize as Elvis and his assistant/wife, Becky. “I only got four of my lawyers to ensure it is kept a secret,” Clark whispers in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I nod, a chuckle rising from my throat, “Only four? How many lawyers would you have gotten if I wasn’t sceptical about pursuing the case?” I whisper, my eyes glinting with amusement as I lean closer, enjoying this playful banter between us. “A minimum of a team of at least six lawyers,” he replies casually, a smirk playing on his lips as if he’s proud of his strategic approach.I chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief. “Thank you, babe,” I say, gently squeezing his

“Would you like something to eat?” I ask, rising to my feet and stretching a bit, eager to lighten the mood. The tension in the air feels palpable, and I want to create a more relaxed atmosphere. She shakes her head, a hint of reluctance in her expression. “No, I don’t think it will be very professional,” she replies, her tone suggesting she’s still wrapped up in the formality of our surroundings.“Don’t be silly,” I counter, a playful smile spreading across my face. “You’re currently off the clock, so at the moment, you’re not offering legal services. If it’ll make you feel better, then see me as a friend offering her guest food. I insist!” My voice carries a light-hearted tone, hoping to coax her into relaxing a bit. “Alright,” she states, a hint of a smile breaking through her initial reluctance, “only because you’re so good at influencing people.” I can’t help but chuckle at her playful concession. “Great!” I exclaim, clapping my hands together in excitement. “What would you lik

Once I’m out of the bathroom and dressed comfortably in my pyjamas, I rush to grab a notebook. I quickly pen down the idea that sparked in my mind, eager to capture every detail before it slips away. I know I need to discuss this with Clark to get his opinion and ensure I’m on the right track before proceeding. The excitement of this new plan fills me with energy, and I can hardly wait to share it with him.At 5:20 pm, the door swings open, and Clark strolls into the room, a small smile adorning his face that instantly warms my heart. He walks toward me with an easy confidence, and as he reaches me, he leans down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Good evening, babe,” he says, his voice smooth and comforting. I can’t help but pout, pretending to give him the cold shoulder, even though my heart is racing at his presence. “Good evening,” I reply, trying to keep my tone slightly aloof. He raises an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of concern. “What’s the matter?” he asks,

Clark chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s quite embarrassing, isn’t it? Just imagine being demoted from having your own office as the managing director to being restricted to the reception area. In all honesty, it’s even more humiliating to show her face in the office, especially after the news of her actions goes public. She’ll basically be unemployable!” I nod, a twinge of pity creeping into my heart at the thought of Alice’s downfall. “She’s so hardworking; it’s a shame that she allowed herself to go down this path,” I reply, my voice softer now. I can’t deny that there’s a part of me that feels sorry for her, despite everything. Clark smiles at me, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. “You’re so kind, it’s a wonder that you feel pity for someone who felt no remorse for her actions towards you,” he says, beaming at me. I nod, a sad smile creeping onto my face as I reflect on the situation. “It’s just so sad, you know? I had so many expectations and plans for her, bu

I watch Alice’s expression shift, a mix of anger and disbelief crossing her face. “Maybe you can use the time spent here to search for a new job,” I suggest, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “If anyone will be willing to hire you after I’m done,” I add, letting the implication hang in the air. I choose not to go into details about the public announcement I plan to make, keeping that card close to my chest for now. “So you expect me to remain at the reception for the next three months? Do you know how embarrassing it is for me as the managing director?” she states, her voice rising with indignation as she strides toward me, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. The intensity in her gaze is palpable, and I can feel the tension in the air thickening as she approaches, clearly ready to confront me head-on.One of the security personnel, sensing the escalating situation, notices her movements and immediately rushes to my side, his expression serious and alert. I raise my hand, a