HIS LAWYER

Chapter Two

In another firm sat a man with more grey hair than any other normal person.

He held a wicked smirk as he sat in his office.

With another figure who was steadily drumming his fingers on the desk.

"I want to put down CB firm. it's all I ever wanted" he said grumpily

"We can both get what we want."

The man steadily relaxed on his chair on hearing what the latter had to say

"You coming here with an idea to partner..... how can I tell I can trust you"

"Because I'm the only one who knows that before you can get what you want, starting with his lawyers is the best way"

There was a long pause.

"I'm listening "

"I have a plan. a motive. I can get you to tarnished CB firm in a snap and you can get me what I want. all I need is your connection to the outside world"

Around 10pm, Lisa sat brushing her dark blonde hair. She felt like backing out. naturally it felt stupid for her to be dolling herself at night.

It was Soo unlike her. She cringed as she starred at herself in the mirror.

Her. THE Monalisa Hunter was going to the club or bar or party. she hadn't even gone to a seminar for lawyers around this time.

At that moment. Jamelia dashed it, looked at her and smiled.

"Awwwn. She looks stunning......

"No I don't!" She scoffed

"I mean look at the mascara and those glosses. and this dress. baby girl you are now The, Black widow"

"Seriously??. Black widow had her prince charming killed. and this dress shows half of my upper legs"

"Well you could be sleeping beauty transformed into malificent and that dress is a from a french cloth line, very expensive and suits you"

"Are you tryna describe me with two different movies Jamie..........

"Can you just pretend like you understand what I'm trying to say" pinching the center of her forehead. before exhaling sharply "I got the Ferrari. So let's go."

Jamiela never used her Ferrari. she'd tell everyone she sold her kidney to get it. But today she rode it and packed it beside the exclusive building that was flooding with people. especially rich men to be precised,

Obviously people preferred the club to the courtroom

Lisa Wondered how someone could build a luxurious house and all they did in it was play loud music and flash coloured lights. uncomfortable was a more underrated word for how she felt around here. She feared someone would take a picture of her and her image would get tarnished because she certainly didn't look like the Lisa in court few hours ago.

But to hell with that. she was here to just see Brent Sullivan then leave.

Lisa drew her gown to cover her exposed thighs for the one hundredth time.

Jamiela passed a glass of vodka and Lisa eyed it.

"I work Jamie, I don't drink so I suggest you take this out of my sight at once" pushing the glass away

"That's vodka. it's apple flavored and boosts your energy" pushing towards her with a suspicious smile "Don't refuse the way you need evidence on a case. you need this to be in here"

Lisa cringed a little at the drink. and cringed more when a sweaty guy came towards Jamiela to touch her everywhere. The music was loud, the smell of the place was horrible, the lights were flashing in her eyes, her dress was too short.

CRAP. IMPATIENCE.

"Jamiela..... Has he arrived yet?" tapping Jamiela who was engrossed with the sweaty guy

She turned to Lisa and furrowed her brows

"Has Brent arrived yet!" she had to raise her voice a bit just so Jamiela heard her

"I can't hear you. music's too loud" making signs with her fingers.

Lisa rolled her eyes. but she could hear her perfectly well.

Then suddenly Jamiela turned to the guy she had been talking to.

"This is my friend Lisa, Lisa meet Carlton my ex!" and Carlton walked up to Lisa. who now felt slightly irritated. took her hand and kissed it flirtatiously.

"it's a pleasure"

He whispered but she heard. how earth was she hearing what the were saying but it wasn't the same for them.

She snatched her hand quickly as she gave it to him. and immediately Jamiela yelled about how she'd be back in a bit.

How could she leave her alone in the wild. Lisa watched as Jamiela left with the sweaty guy called Carlton who was her ex. ironically it was just the vodka to keep her company..............

And a guy in his mind thirties on a clean blue suit. or was that green? to hell with the so many lights in her eyes.

"Brent Sullivan"

Her gown hiked up higher, peeling off from where she sat and followed the figure upstairs. holding the glass of vodka

Showing the man beside the staircase her card and rushed after him.

Reaching the large hall. The noise was less and the stench was stinging. when downstairs was like sweat. here smelt like s*x. like naked sweaty bodies,

not that she knew how s*x smelled like. this place just filled her nostrils with the first step of what to expect if she ever should.

Her eyes narrowed towards the most possible route he took. the stares she was getting was uncomfortable.

On instinct she followed the hallways to her right. just because it seemed more quite and exclusive.

The hallways were filled with rooms.

And immediately she regretted leaving alone. How was she supposed to know the room he was in?

So Lisa stood analysing.

She drew the dress past her knee but it hiked up higher each time she tried to stand straight to feel composed. Wishing Brent would just come out from wherever he went she wasn't used to being this patient.

And just when she turned to leave. the first door opened

But a sixteen year old girl stepped out with her hair tied up and a cigarette leaning on her lips,

Lisa coughed lightly as she inhaled the smoke and it'd seemed as if the girl didn't mind. if she was out of here. Detaining the brat for illegal use of drugs would be a way to put her in her manners but she wasn't a lawyer now, definitely not in here.

"Excuse me" trying very hard not to inhale the smoke from the girls cigarettes as she turned to her

Lisa waved her hands to clear the air.

"Could you enlighten me where Mr Sullivan may have gone?"

The girl formed a smile and burst into laughter.

"Love the accent" speaking like an Italian. Lisa handled an Italian client once and she spent the rest of that week awake on how to defend a woman who killed for love. "British American I guess" the girl reached for Lisa's arm and she backed away quickly. With a clear look of disgust.

"Mr Sullivan, please I want to.........

"You talk too formal.........

Lisa became impatient with the underage and gritted her teeth.

"Well I know you are too young to be here, I am a lawyer and I know the constitution like it's at the palm of my hands. I can call the cops on you and I mean like right now!"

The girl paused and and huffed. looking at Lisa in an unbelievable manner but Lisa's composed aura made her quickly point the last door on the hall and quickly left to where she was headed.

Satisfied, she headed towards the end of the hallways.

If she wasn't being delusional she'd say Brent's room was too disclosed.

Standing in front of the door. This was it.

All her life she'd wanted to sit and discussed with a man like Brent Sullivan. He was everything. Well built, professional and as fine as hell.

Now it was only a door standing in her way and what she was going to say.

Clutching the glass in her hand. the vodka

She recalled Jamiela something about energy boost.

Eyeing the glass with a sour face she couldn't believe she was going to take an apple flavored drink that was meant for clubbers although she needed all the energy for this.

Taking it all at once. she realized two things.

This certainly wasn't an apple flavored drink and it did give a strange kind of energy.........

"After this, Jamiela's gonna sleep in the garage" she whispered to herself before opening the door slightly.

The room was illuminated with a dim red bulb, not what expected from a business tycoon. In here there wasn't any music, it smelt like strong alcohol was used instead of a fragrance and it sting her nose.

Lisa started with her doubts as she proceeded inside the room.

Had the girl given her the wrong room out of fear?

"Mr Brent??" calling out till a figure startled her

More startled when the figure came to her view.

immediately the glass in her grip fell down. Huge, with a tattoo outline of Japanese words on his arm and the image of a wolf head on his well built torso. she wasn't making out his face but his hair was messy as hell.

"Mr Brent?" she called out again. even though the name felt untrue right now.