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“Pretend I don’t. Pretend I’m your lawyer.”

Chapter 8

Michael

“You’re not going to help me?” I see the look of disbelief in her eyes.

I shake my head. “I am not your lawyer.”

“But—but,” she throws her hands up, “you know what I’m dealing with. You know the shit I’m in, and you’re one of the best attorneys in this city. If anyone can get me out of this, it’s you.”

Savannah’s words appeal to my ego, but they don’t do anything other than that because this isn’t the first time I’ve heard someone call me the best in the city.

In the country even.

I’ve won awards, and I am the best at what I do. I am confident and I can back that up.

But, I don’t want to get tangled up with Savannah Richmond any longer. The back and forth we did for the past few weeks was because she came like a tornado into my life. And as someone who secretly loves disruptions, a detour from the normal, I began craving it. But no more.

This is a different ball game and I don’t want to get involved.

“I’m sorry,” I shake my head again, “I don’t think I can help you. I’ll find you the best defense attorney.”

“For now, I’ll drop you off at the office.” I end the conversation.

Her hand stops mine before I can get the car started. I turn to see the pleading look on her face.

“Please. I don’t want anyone to know about this. My father, my reputation…”

“If word of this gets out or if I end up getting convicted, I’ll lose my life. Everything I’ve worked for. Help me, Mr. Stone, please.”

I want to. I want to say yes to her shaky hands and quivering lips, but I know they won’t matter when we reach an impasse, and we argue and fight over how to try her case. I won’t be questioned or second guessed.

I also have to consider what is going to happen when her case eventually becomes public.

The senior partner of the top law firm in the city is representing his employee in a murder trial. Rumors would fly about a relationship—that we’re lovers.

I shake my head as goosebumps appear on my arms. That is the last thing I need to happen.

“I promise it won’t get out, Savannah. I will find someone who will keep it under wraps.”

She lets my hand go.

“Okay,” she says, sounding dejected.

Maybe a compromise?

“How about I oversee the case? I could have another attorney for when you need to go to the station and court, but I’ll be working in the background.”

Her eyes go from gloomy to two shiny orbs filling with tears. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

Wait, I muse. That was too easy. I gave in faster than I should have, and it doesn’t speak well of me. Who knows what favor she’ll be asking for next?

“That’s not all,” I raise a finger.

“There are some conditions?”

I scoff. “Did you think I’d just agree like that? Of course, there are conditions. If I do this, you agree to do everything I say, and we do this my way. There’s no discussion. You keep your smarty-mouth words to yourself.”

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