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If Only

Alex, a sharp 32-year-old lawyer at Isaiah Co, stepped out of his office building into the bustling city streets. As he headed to grab lunch, he caught a whiff of freshly baked treats wafting from Pearl Street . Alex's eyes landed on the source of the scent - a cozy bakery on Pearl Street. Emilia, with flour dusting her apron, was busy arranging pastries in the window. As Alex approached, she looked up, catching his eye...

"Hey, need a recommendation?" she smiled, offering a warm croissant.

Alex, caught off guard, smiled back. "Uh, what's the specialty?"

"Everything's fresh," Emilia said with a wink. "But the almond croissants are my fave."

Alex chuckled, "Surprise me, then. What's the most adventurous thing you've got?"

Emilia's eyes lit up. "Okay, one adventurous treat coming up!" She handed him a cardamom and fig tart with a dollop of whipped cream. "On the house, lawyer man."

Alex took a bite, and his eyes widened. "Wow, this is...different."

Alex savoured the unique tart, nodding in approval. "This is incredible. I'll take a dozen of these, please."

Emilia laughed, efficient hands moving as she boxed the treats. "Big meeting at Isaiah Co?"

Alex paid, pocketing a business card. "Just a win's worth celebrating. Alex."

"Emilia," she said with a smile. "Pearl Street's best bakes."

Alex left with his treats, the conversation lingering briefly.

Weeks passed. Alex returned to Pearl Street, this time for a quiet dinner at a food truck festival. As he waited in line, Emilia's bakery truck was next to him. She waved, flipping burgers with a pastry chef's flair.

"Lawyer night off?" she called.

Alex grinned. "Celebrating with food. You catering?"

"Just testing recipes," Emilia said, handing him a 'lawyer-approved' burger. "Feedback?"

Alex took a bite. "Game changer."

They chatted food and city life. No strings, just vibe.

As they chatted, their food trucks got swarmed. Amidst the chaos, Emilia's truck's power cut, killing her ovens. Panicked, she frantically assessed the damage - hours of prep, ruined.

Alex jumped in, "I've got connections at Isaiah Co. Can we salvage this?"

Emilia hesitated, "I don't know...it's a disaster."

Alex insisted, "Let me help. My firm's got a space you can use."

Emilia's eyes narrowed, unsure if she'd trust a suit with her business.

Emilia folded her arms, "No offense, but I don't need Isaiah Co's charity. I'll figure it out."

Alex raised his hands, backing off. "Fair play. But at least grab a backup plan." He scribbled on a card, "My number. If you need anything."

Emilia took the card, skeptical, and shoved it into her apron. "Thanks, lawyer."

The festival ended messy. Emilia's truck was packed up, silent.

Alex let it go, figuring Emilia wanted space.

Days later, he got a summons: Emilia's bakery was being sued by a big food supplier over a disputed contract. She needed a lawyer - stat.

Alex showed up at her bakery, card in hand. "Guess I'm your guy?"

Emilia looked frazzled, "You do Isaiah Co's dirty work?"

Alex smiled wryly, "I'm the clean-up crew. Want me to take it?"

Emilia sighed, "Fine, take a look. But don't expect miracles."

Alex nodded, taking the contract. "I'll dig in. No promises, but we'll try."

As he reviewed the papers, Emilia watched warily, wiping flour on her apron. "So, what's the damage?"

Alex pointed out clauses, "Looks like a breach on their part. We'll fight it."

Emilia's shoulders dropped slightly. "Okay, you've got the case."

Alex smiled brief. "Got the pen?"

As Emilia handed over the pen, she caught Alex's eye and cracked an unexpected, genuine smile - like the sun breaking through clouds. "Don't make me regret this, lawyer."

Alex's gaze lingered a split second too long. "Wouldn't dream of it."

The air shifted, subtly.

As they locked eyes, Alex cleared his throat, refocusing. "Alright, let's nail this case. Need docs and witnesses."

Emilia nodded, business-like again, but the smile lingered in her eyes. "Got 'em ready."

As they pored over strategy, their shoulders brushed. Emilia didn't move away.

Alex noticed, mind half on the case. "We good to file tomorrow?"

Emilia nodded, voice softer. "Yeah. Thanks, Alex."

The tension was there, unspoken.

As they finalised docs, the supplier's ruthless lawyer, Mason, burst in. "Emilia, you think a small-town baker can beat us?"

Alex stepped in, icy. "Isaiah Co's on the case. Back off."

Mason sneered. "Alex, playing for the underdog? How quaint."

Emilia stood tall. "My bakes aren't the only thing on trial."

Mason's smile twisted. "Oh, this'll be fun."

Alex's eyes narrowed. "Bring it."

Mason laughed, a cold, calculated sound. "You think a few sweet treats and a pretty face will win this, Emilia? Think again."

Alex's jaw cliked, his voice low and even. "Emilia's got more grit than you'll ever understand, Mason. And I've got the paperwork to prove it."

Emilia's eyes flashed, a spark of anger igniting. "My bakes may not be fancy, but they're made with heart. Something you'll never understand."

The air was thick with tension as Mason leaned in, his voice dripping with condescension. "I'm shaking in my boots, Alex. But let's see how you handle a courtroom."

Alex smiled, a slow, deadly smile. "I'm counting on it."

The two lawyers stood toe-to-toe, the rivalry palpable.

The courtroom buzzed as Alex and Mason faced off before Judge Patel. Emilia sat tight, her bakery's fate hanging in the balance.

Mason went first, spinning a tale of breach and broken deals. Alex listened, expression unreadable.

Then he stood, buttoning his suit. "Your Honor, my client Emilia isn't just a baker - she's a pillar of this community. This supplier's trying to crush her with paperwork."

Alex walked to Emilia, handing her a small box. "Exhibit A: her creations. Not just treats, but livelihoods."

Mason scoffed. "Sentiment won't pay bills."

Alex turned sharp. "But contracts will. And Mason's client violated theirs."

Judge Patel leaned in. "Proceed."

Alex called Emilia's supplier's former employee, Rachel, to the stand. Rachel's eyes darted to Mason, then Emilia, before focusing on Alex.

"Ms. Rachel, did you work with the supplier's contracts team?" Alex asked.

Rachel nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes. I...I helped draft the contract with Emilia's bakery."

Mason shifted, frowning. "Objection, relevance?"

Alex smiled. "This witness will prove coercion."

Rachel took a breath. "The supplier...they targeted Emilia's bakery. Wanted to push her out for a bigger chain."

Emilia's eyes widened. Mason's face darkened.

Alex leaned in. "Did you see anything unusual?"

Rachel pulled out a hidden recording. "This was the day they finalized the 'dispute' clause."

The courtroom erupted as Mason's voice was heard, pressuring Emilia to sign.

Alex pounced, his voice sharp as he turned to Mason. "Your client committed fraud, Counselor. This recording proves intent to harm Emilia's business."

Mason's face turned beet red as he spluttered, "This is inadmissible!"

Judge Patel slammed her gavel. "I'll decide admissibility. Play the rest."

The clip revealed Mason's client discussing plans to sabotage Emilia's bakery. The courtroom buzzed.

Alex faced the judge, calm but lethal. "We request dismissal of all charges and compensation for damages."

Mason stormed out, client in tow.

Judge Patel ruled, "Charges dismissed. Supplier pays damages. Emilia's bakery's clear."

Emilia exhaled, eyes shining. Alex smiled, handing her the box of treats. "Told you we'd win."

Alex pounced, his voice sharp as he turned to Mason. "Your client committed fraud, Counselor. This recording proves intent to harm Emilia's business."

Mason's face turned beet red as he spluttered, "This is inadmissible!"

Judge Patel slammed her gavel. "I'll decide admissibility. Play the rest."

The clip revealed Mason's client discussing plans to sabotage Emilia's bakery. The courtroom buzzed.

Alex faced the judge, calm but lethal. "We request dismissal of all charges and compensation for damages."

Mason stormed out, client in tow.

Judge Patel ruled, "Charges dismissed. Supplier pays damages. Emilia's bakery's clear."

Emilia exhaled, eyes shining. Alex smiled, handing her the box of treats. "Told you we'd win."