The two middle–aged men<b>. </b>
ed <b>men </b>lit up the moment they saw Charlotte walk in. She was young<b>, </b>beautiful, andpletely out of ce in a room like this,
One of them, a slightly overweight executive, leered at her.
“And who might this be?”
Willy nced sideways at Charlotte and rolled <b>his </b>eyes, full of contempt.
Charlotte calmly ced the contract on the table, offering a polite smile.
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“Mr. Zink, Mr. Lawrence. I’m Charlotte Riley from S80 Law Firm. I’m here to discuss <b>your </b>potential legal advisory contract
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<b>She </b>took a seat on a single chair next to the sofa.
“Mr. Zink, I believe yourpany’s legal advisory contract with the previous firm is about to expire? You <b>might </b>consider working with us. So is the topw fi
some of the best in the industry.” In Jersey City We’re well known for ourmercial, criminal, 1P, and administrativew divisions
She turned to the other man
“And Mr. Lawrence, I heard yourpany is currently involved in a trademark infringement dispute. Our IP attomeys have handled thousands of simr cases. You’d be in excellent hands with us
Mr. Zink casually flipped through the contract Charlotte handed him–barely ncing at two pages before tossing it aside.
His eyes locked ontober, that creepy smile never leaving his face.
“A legal contract? Sure, sure. That first, how about you have <b>a </b><b>few </b>drinks with me, Miss Riley? Get me in a good mood<b>, </b><b>and </b>we can talk about anything.‘
Mr. Lawrence joined in, leering at her shainelessly.
“You’re too young <b>and </b>pretty to just be awyer, you know. What a waste. Why don’t you considering with me instead? No need to work so hard running around for cases. I’ll give you $100,000 a month. How’s that sound?
Charlotte’s smile was polite, but her eyes were cold.
Sorry, Mr. Lawrence. I’m here to discuss business, not to sell myself.”
Mr. Lawrence chuckled<b>, </b>undeterred.
“I get it, I get it <b>Gids </b>these days all have a bit of temper. No <b>tush</b>. You don’t have to decide now.
He pulled <b>out </b>a business card <b>and </b>handed it to be.
“Here. That’s my card. If you ever get tired of working hard and want an easier lite, give me <b>a </b><b>call</b>.”
Charlotte nced at the drinkin front of her, Instincts ring. Something <b>about </b>it didn’t feel right.
<b>She </b>shook her <bd </b>
“Apologies<b>, </b>Mr. Zink I <b>don’t </b><b>drink </b>”
But Mr <b>Zink </b>wasn’t faced. His sleazy grin widened <b>as </b>he slowly stood and walked toward her.
“Miss Riley sure likes <b>to </b>y high and mighty”
Then suddenly, he <b>grabbed </b>her wil
“Such a fiery one. Looks like op one
ever taught you the real rules of business. Don’t worry, I’ll <b>teach </b>you tonight
The stink of alcohol and cigarettes oled off him <b>as </b>he lunged at her.
Charlotte sprang to her feet and twisted his
sbel?nd his back in a swift takedown.
The man let out <b>a </b>cry of pain, lus grim vanishing as he sailed, “You bitch you darey a hand on me?”
Mr. Lawrence“Lexpression darkened, He jumped to his feet, sweding a lie rushed over
“Let’s leach ber a lesson together”
Charlotte delivered a hand kick to both men,nding squarely where it out, in their blett of shock, she tumed and bolted for the door. “Damn!” Mr. Zinkroared. “She kicked me Get her! <b>i </b>wear ill teach that little bit a lesson she’ll never forget!”
Willy was the first to chase afterlier
The two furious mendollowed close behind
chadoste burst out of the private room and didn’t even bother waiting for the elevator. She sprinted straight down the stairs<b>. </b>
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She <b>was </b>in heels<b>, </b><b>and </b>it <b>made </b>running difficult. As soon as she reached the ground floor and ran out of the stairwell, the collided head–on with anmront,
Charlotte fell into <b>a </b>broad, warm embrace, surrounded by the crisp, woodsy scent of the man holding her.