Ending the call with Luzie, I glanced at the man across from me—a slick figure in a black suit, with that insufferable smile and his hat twirling idly in one hand.
"Franklin, what exactly brings you here?" I asked, keeping my tone polite but distant. "Surely, you didn't come to my office just to show off a few hat tricks?"
"Of course not," he chuckled, clearly relishing my irritation. "Today, I'm here as Luzie's attorney and friend. Unfortunately, I can't help her file for divorce yet, but I'm here to mediate your 'marital issues' in the meantime."
"Did she send you?"
"No," he admitted, smirking, "but I think we both know it's needed."
'So, he's commenting on my attitude toward Luzie during that call just now,' I thought, holding his gaze, trying to decipher his motives.
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