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“I am, which is the reason I didn’t allow you to spew anymore of your crap to me at the bar that night.”

Parker let out a chuckle, and Julian shot him a dirty look.

“I was born with a gift. I can easily read people just by looking at them, including jurors. I have a knack for picking the right jury to suit my client's needs.”

“It says that you graduated high school at sixteen, went straight into college, graduated in two years, and then graduated law school when you were twenty-one,” I spoke.

“I have a photographic memory, and I can speed read.”

“Thank you, Miss Evans. We’ll be in touch.” Julian stood up, extended his hand, and quickly put it down. “Oh, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t want you to think I was hitting on you.”

“Julian, enough.” I sighed. “Don’t listen to him, Laurel. We’ll be in touch in a day or two.”

“Thank you. It was nice to meet you, gentlemen.” She stood up and walked to the door. Stopping, she turned and looked at Julian. “It was nice to see you again, Julian.” She smiled and left the room.

“She’s perfection,” Parker said. “I say we hire her right now.”

“Over my dead body,” Julian spoke.

“She’s the best candidate we’ve interviewed so far. She has a lot of experience and is highly intelligent,” I said.

“I don’t care how intelligent she is. We’re not hiring her.”

“Bro, forget about what happened at the bar. For fuck’s sake, think of the firm and not with your dick.”

“Trust me. I’m not thinking with my dick. She’s a mean-spirited person.”

“Why? Because she called you out?” Parker laughed. “I can honestly say I love that woman.”

“Shut up, douchebag. No. She’s not working here.” He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

We spent the next few hours interviewing more people, even though both Parker and I knew we were going to hire Laurel.

“That last one wasn’t bad,” Julian said.

“He was a moron.” I sighed.

“I have to go and meet with a client.” Julian stood up.

“We’re hiring Laurel, bro,” I said.

“The hell you are.” He pointed at me before leaving the conference room.

“Pull out your phone and call her,” Parker said. “She is exactly what this firm needs, and we can’t let Julian’s hurt butt interfere with that.”

“I agree.” I pulled out my phone and dialed Laurel’s number, putting it on speaker.

“Hello.”

“Miss Evans, this is Roman Hamilton from The Hamilton Group. We want to make you an offer you won’t be able to refuse.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hamilton. I appreciate it. But what about your brother?”

“Don’t give him another thought,” I said.

“You hurt his ego, and that’s on him. You’re exactly the attorney our firm needs. Can you come in tomorrow morning to go over all the details?” Parker asked.

“Yes. What time?”

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