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“Oh, that’s not that bad,” she says.

“Wait, how old did you think I was?” I ask, slightly offended.

“At least forty.” She lifts one shoulder up and down like it’s not a big deal.

“Forty?”

“Give or take,” she adds.

“Take, a lot.” I can’t help but look past her to my reflection in the mirror that hangs on the wall.

Forty? Do I really look that old?

“Relax, Nathan. I was joking. I knew you were in your thirties. And, no, you don’t look that old.”

“Thank god.” I sigh. “Eat up. You’re going to need the nutrients. I plan on working out a lot today. With you.”

Chapter Eleven

It’s Tuesday morning and these reports are boring.

Did I think being a corporate lawyer would be all fun and games? No.

Did I think it’d besovery boring? Also, no.

The phone on my desk rings, and I can’t help but thank god for the distraction. I need something to do other than highlight errors on a report.

“Hello, this is Bentley Johnson,” I answer.

“Bentley, it’s Shar. The partners would like you to attend the meeting in conference room two,” Xavier’s assistant says.

“Sure, what time.”

“Now,” she says.

“Okay. Thanks.” Hanging up the phone, I grab my laptop and a notepad and pen, and make my way to the conference room.

All three partners look up at me when I enter. All three sets of eyes are unreadable. Am I getting fired? Have they found out what Nathan and I have been doing and decided I’m too much of a liability to keep on? Did I really throw my career away for a few rides on his magical cock?

“Bentley, welcome. Come have a seat,” Xavier says. I look to Nathan, hoping to get some sort of a sign, anything that tells me what to expect. He gives me a small smile, but that’s it.

“This isn’t going to be pleasant for any of us, Miss Johnson. But we thought you would want in on the case, given your family’s history,” Alistair says.

I glance between them. Nathan seems pissed. Does he not want me here? But Alistair mentioned a case. He didn’t say:“We’re letting you go because you’re a little hussy who spreads her legs too easily for her boss.”

Okay, maybe I’ve put too much thought into getting fired and how it’s going to go down.

“Case? What case?” I ask.

“Luke Gallah vs. Mark Kemp,” Xavier says.

The breath leaves my lungs, and I swear I choke on stale air. Mark Kemp. My father’s old business partner. The man responsible for hurting all of those people, the one who got off scot-free while my father was sentenced to prison time. Luke Gallah is the owner of a huge fragrance company. I didn’t even know the two were in business together.

“You can say no, Bentley. You don’t have to work on this case. It won’t reflect on your reputation here in any way.” This comes from Nathan.

When I look up at him, I see worry on his face. It’s comforting that he’s concerned about me. But this is something I’ve wanted for a long time.

“No, it’s okay. What are the details? What’s the claim?” I ask.

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