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 an

irmly 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