rk alley behind a private clini
ack seat, carrying her up the concrete steps of the private entrance. He d
ad, his profile rigid and indifferent. "Make sure she receives proper treatment
muddy, half-conscious woman in the assistant's arms. "Hiram anirmly into Dr. Martin's hand. "Mr. Houston is paying for this," C.J. said, his voice clipped and strictly professional. "He re
he car. The Rolls-Royce sped out of the alley,
ears
h stop at the base of the marble steps outs
opened. Alyc
one commanded the street. Over the years, she had also become a fierce self-taught expert in intellectual property law, using it to crush the counterfeit networks that had threatened her empire. Her spine was complet
Louboutin heels clicking rh
aw Alycia walk through the heavy oak doors. He let out a
precise. She unclasped her briefcase and spread a massive, three-inch-thick
duction in intellectual property claims. The plaintiff, Brooke, is simply trying to dra
with condescension as he painted Alyc
It echoed in the quiet room. She stoo
ch. "I direct your attention to page forty-two. These are the wire transfers from Mr. Rick's hidden offshore accounts in the Ca
nose. He flipped to the page. The
The color drained from his face. He gripped the ed
old you in contempt," the judge
Intellectual Property and Copyright Law, her knowledge as sharp as her tailoring, h
s temple. "Your Honor, design assets aside, Brooke was an
d pulled out a stack of high-definition photographs. With
anding over Brooke's stolen CAD files to a black
llery. The reporters in the back r
y. "Order! Order in my court!" He gla
ia's hand. Her fingers were trembling. A hot
ored to the plaintiff. Furthermore, I am adding punitive damages for the
fountain pen onto the table
ed the edges on the table to align them and
ed inches from her face, his breath smelling of stale coffee and min
n a three-foot distance, Rick, or I will file harassment a
stepped forward, placing them
at same steady, rhythmic click. She walked out of the room, he
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