Page 3 of Knocked Up by Mr. Grump Lawyer

He was still not smiling, but his eyes twinkled with intrigue. His short black hair was brushed up with no loose strands. It suited his stern demeanor.

“I’m Atty. Robert Jefferson,” he said with an arrogant air, without bothering to initiate a handshake. “Are you here for a meeting? Do you have a lawyer already?”

I frowned, realizing that he was assuming I was a client. I shook my head. But before I could say anything, he went on. “You must be that starlet who’d called yesterday. Have a seat and I will call Atty. Clark.”

Starlet? Are you fucking kidding me?!

My eyes narrowed. Perhaps I shouldn’t feel bad because I was normally mistaken for such personalities. But a starlet! Not even a famous actress! It was quite insulting. I could not help but feel that he looked down on me and viewed himself as someone on a pedestal assisting me out of obligation and pity.

It felt like steam was coming out of my ears. Suddenly, his good looks and well-built physique had no more allure. He was just a well-dressed jerk who threw money around like it was nothing. An entitled, spoiled brat, most likely.

Straightening my back and facing him squarely, I spoke very carefully. “Atty. Jefferson, I am no starlet or actress or entertainer of some sort. I am the newest partner here, and my name is Atty. Kayla Brown.”

“Oh, right,” he said, looking surprised but chuckling in a still haughty manner. In spite of his stern disposition, he actually laughed at this.

I could feel my blood boiling. He was getting on my nerves. I loathed him already.

Chapter 2

ROBERT

Iwentstraighttothe office upon arriving at the airport. I didn’t have the time or the energy to drive my car, so I had my driver pick me up in the unpretentious luxury sedan I had in the garage. Fortunately, no one was around to see me getting off it.

My phone rang just as I got into the lobby. As usual, it was Janna, an award-winning actress who resided here in the city and has been my coaching client for years. She has become a good friend over time.

“Hi, sweetie!” she greeted in a sing-song voice from the other end. I could imagine her lying on expensive satin sheets in a big, lavish bed inside her Hollywood mansion.

Nope, she wasn’t my girlfriend or anything like that. But she did love to flirt with me from time to time.

“You’re back and you didn’t even bother calling me?” she said in a complaining voice. “How could you?”

I chuckled. “Hello and good morning to you too, Janna. I had to go straight to my office.”

“You mean the law firm?” she said disapprovingly. I could imagine her wrinkling her nose in disgust. “I don’t get why someone like you need to go to work like a regular employee when you can actually buy that entire company!”

Laughing, I said, “I’ve told you repeatedly. This keeps me sane. I love what I do here.”

“Well, suit yourself,” she said over the phone. Then her tone turned sultry. “Just try to visit me tonight. I won’t be wearing anything when you come.”

“Are you drunk again?” I joked. “Janna, how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t engage in personal relations with clients?”

“Hmp! Well, then I’ll have to fire you.” She said it in a warning tone, as if to threaten me.

I knew she was kidding. But if she did decide to do that, I wouldn’t consider it a loss. I had a lot of celebrity and business owner clients whom I personally coached on legal matters like their taxes and other stuff. In fact, I just came from New York to speak with the entire legal department of one of my clients.

The bosses at Lee and Emery knew I was wealthy. They knew I had other businesses, including a premium coaching program. Nonetheless, they also knew how good I was. That’s the reason they’re still keeping me as long as I want to stay.

Seeing the logo of the law firm I had grown to love, I felt at home. And when I saw Sandy waving at me and smiling, it felt like coming home to a warm, delicious, and comforting home-cooked meal. She’s like the mother I never had.

As I approached her, the view was blocked by a gorgeous young woman in a white dress that showed off all her curves. I couldn’t help skimming through the full breasts, slender waist, and perky buttocks. They were pretty obvious from what she was wearing, after all. Her face was bright and cheerful, with innocent-looking blue eyes and a perfectly shaped nose, which I suspected wasn’t natural. I didn’t recognize her face, so I guessed she was one of those actress wannabes we usually encountered here.

I was just trying to be nice when I asked her if she was here for a meeting or if she already had a lawyer for her concern. I honestly thought she was that starlet who’d called yesterday and discussed a case with Atty. Clark.

When she introduced herself as Atty. Kayla Brown, that’s when I vaguely recalled hearing a conversation among lawyers that Atty. Arthur Brown’s daughter was going to be joining the firm soon. Some men had secretly been betting on who could get a date with her first or who even had the guts to ask her out, given that her father was like a god in this office.

I never thought she would be this beautiful.

“It’s going to be more interesting here with you around,” I told her. It was my honest opinion, and I didn’t mean anything bad. But she took it hard, perhaps because we’d gotten off on the wrong foot.

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