Page 3 of King of Justice

D'accord. À bientôt!

Not a good start.

I looked at the door, wondering what the hell was taking so long. Did Mr. Wright realize that while he drove his ultra-safe vehicle, I had no way of getting home in this weather? How inconsiderate. I wanted to go in there and politely ask him to leave… or perhaps I could just ask him for a ride home. Not a bad idea.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to concentrate on the document from before. If I wasn’t leaving any time soon, I might as well get some work done.

A few minutes later, the door cracked open, and he came out. I hadn’t noticed before, but it was quite obvious under that suit that he heavily exercised. Yummy.

“Oh my God,” he breathlessly said, while his eyes were fixated on the window.

“Yup.” I pressed my lips together and slowly nodded.

“Wh—Why didn’t you say something?”

I shrugged. “It was already pouring when I came out. What kind of car do you have?”

Boyishly reaching with his hand to the hairs on the back of his neck, he slightly squinted. “I don’t think… it matters… anymore?”

What?

Swiftly, I shot up standing and rushed toward the window, my eyes about to pop as I saw the snow quickly piling up outside. “Jesus, no!” I moaned.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” his voice came calmly from behind me.

I turned around, my mouth agape as I wrung my hands. “I’m… sorry?”

His phone began to ring, and he looked down at it and frowned, lifting up his hand. “I—It’s okay. Sorry. Excuse me.” He marched back into the meeting room and closed the door behind him.

Just like that, I was snowed in with a man I’d just met—a lawyer, no less.

Fun.

Knowing that it might only be a matter of time before the power went out, I pulled out my phone charger and plugged in the device. I followed with the laptop, before racing over to the kitchenette. There, I filled up the kettle with water and turned it on. I then opened one of the two cabinets overhead, taking out the big water thermos. When the water came to a boil, I poured it in and tightly secured the lid.

“Okay,” I sighed, walking back out. “Snowed-in night it is.”

Passing the meeting room door, I heard him seethe, “What part of I’m stuck here do you not understand?”

“Sheesh!” I chuckled, making my way around my desk back into the chair. It was certainly colder than when I’d come in this morning, so I pulled my jacket off the back of the seat and wrapped it around my shoulders.

As my eyes regained their focus on the document before me, I heard Wright say, “Yeah, too bad to be you right now. Wow!”

Stretching my lips in a non-smile, I glared at my screen, thinking of all the fun I wasn’t going to have with this one.

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Ruined Plans

Nathan

After realizing that I was snowed in—not only in this town, but in this old-house-turned-office-building—I had to make some calls to cancel my next meeting. After some back-and-forth, my assistant, Stacey, managed to turn it into a conference call with the client and another lawyer from the firm.

“Oh, man,” Ethan said with a chuckle. “Where are you?”

“Cold Spring.” I sighed. “Apparently, this storm started earlier than expected.”

He continued to laugh while Sam from the firm asked, “How long do you think?”

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