erling & Hayes was a mon

ceptionist. "I'm Ms. Stone. I have a te

who made the appointment with Ms. Stone yester

ne," Sarah said. "P

arply pressed suit emerg

d with relief. "This is Ms. S

a hand. "Mr. Reynolds. A pl

ed, but he took her hand. "Pl

Daphne's sharp, affected vo

Hud

merged from a more secluded corridor. He was tall, dark-haire

ng on a show as if they were old

cold gray eyes swept past her to the scene at the front desk:

r-his competitor, no less-and she was handling the mistake with a quiet composure that belonged

rest

chest. "Mr. Hudson. I'm Darius Lloyd. We

y schedule is quite full," he said,

, darling, you're not actually planning to hire Kevin, are you?" She practically sp

dead center. Kevin

passed Brion, she paused-just for a moment. Their eyes m

izing each other acro

ned to Kevin. "Mr. Reynolds, is the

A billion-dollar case, dropped straig

uring toward his office. "

something unreadable

. "That woman is our opposition. If you take our case, all of Ll

assive, na

oyd, as I said, my schedule is quite full. Please

, leaving Darius and Daphne standing like

desk. "Sarah," he said, his voice low and carrying an authority t

h replied, a note of confusion

losed office door. He knew Kevin. The

in wouldn't just fumble it-he'd panic and run. A faint, almo

atch. "The moment they apply pressure, Kevin will crack. When

d for wh

tion glinting in his eyes. "She's goi