erling & Hayes was a mon

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

Her brow furrowed. Mr. Reynolds's calendar was empty.

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

It's been

ged from a more secluded corridor. He was tall, dark-haired, and

ng on a show as if they were old

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

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

rest

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

My schedule is quite full," he said

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

d center. Kevin Reyno

ssed Briaan Hudson, she paused-just for a moment. Their eyes

izing each other acro

ned to Kevin. "Mr. Reynolds, is the

billion-dollar case, dropped straight int

uring toward his office. "

, something unreadable

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

assive, na

Lloyd, as I said, there's a process. Please sch

, leaving Darius and Daphne standing like

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

h replied, a note of confusion

ds's closed office door. He knew Kevin. T

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

watch. "The moment they apply pressure, Kevin will crack. Whe

d for wh

an said, anticipation

need a real lawy