Seducing the Mafia Boss

Friday, quarter to five. Almost the end of the dreadful week I have been having, and I'm ready to clock off work and let loose. I thought, as I typed the last of the paperwork for the last stupid case I have worked on during the week. Don't get me wrong, I won the case, I always did, but who wouldn't? The case was easy, almost an open and shut case, seriously? I don't even know why the defence team thought we should go to trial. They should have just pleaded guilty and taken a reduced sentence and saved not only themselves, but all our time and resources. It didn't take much for me to trace the defendant's whereabouts during the night of his wife's incident, technology right?. People still don't know how it works. That thing leaves a digital footprint whether it's on or not. It's not like the olden days where you could easily take the battery off and go off the grid. Now the technology makes it impossible for that since the new phones don't have disposable batteries and a computer can easily enable your GPS without you even touching the phone. What I'm trying to say is, I wanted more. I wanted a case that will cause me sleepless nights, baffle me so much that I want to quit, but be so intriguing I want to nail the culprit. Not this stupid cases the law firm have been giving me. How am I going to be able to make a partner when I can't prove myself worthy to be one? I have been in this firm for five years. That is not where I thought I would be at the age of twenty five. Yes, I was the youngest woman to ever be a prosecutor, but I have worked my ass off for it. From a young age, I knew what I wanted to be. When other children were playing in the sandbox making feeble sand towers, I was already writing at the second grade level. Jumped two grades and graduated high school at the age of fifteen and by the time I was eighteen I had passed my law degree being first in my class, and was picked by the most prestigious law firm as their intern. I would have graduated sooner but I knew no-one would ever hire a minor to work as their lawyer, smart or not. I passed my bar at fifteen to practice in more than five states, and had to endure the other three while trying to attend classes, and luckily for me I found my love for computer science, and I was easily able to merge it with my law classes. Being a criminal lawyer meant being smarter than the criminals, and computer science helped me excel in doing just that, and my dream of working at the most prestigious firm came through. Don&Don Law firm. I thought at this point of my life, I would be on my way to be a partner, but it took them two years to officially employ me, and now I was working as a prosecutor doing low level jobs. It sucked, but I couldn't give up yet. I have worked hard to get to where I am today. "Miss Sanders" Someone yelled and I almost jumped out of my skin, but managed to keep still. I was so in my thoughts I wasn't even aware of my surroundings. Big mistake. That's how easily one could die, my father would have said. "Yes" I glared at the intern standing at my office door. "Mr Don wants to see you." He answered nonchalantly like the time is not five minutes before I could go home. "Why?" I spat. "How should I know?" the young man, that's about twenty two, but his lean body, small stature, blonde curly hair and glasses two sizes bigger that made him look like those nerds being cast in high school movies, answered. By the way not all nerds wear glasses and have ugly pimples. I hate cliches. At least I wasn't one of them. But this guy at the door made the stereotype real, although he didn't have pimples but the glasses hid the structure of his thin face. "The same way, you should have known to knock before you called my name in my office. Ask! I don't know where you're coming from but hard work means absolute s**t if you don't have manners, and you have a bloody big mouth for an intern." I scolded him, getting off my desk, bending to save my work, and logging off. You can never be too careful in a competitive firm like this. We all wanted to succeed no matter what or who we would step on to do it. But I wasn't that desperate, my work spoke for itself. I never lost a case. "Sorry, Miss Sanders. I'm just having a bad day." He looked down ashamed of his behaviour and I should have felt bad but I didn't. He needed to know his place. "Not my business, just make sure it doesn't happen again. Now, tidy my desk up, and make sure my things are ready by the time I come back from Mr Don's office." He nodded, stepping inside my office while I left for the elevator that would take me to the 15th floor. It was Friday, everyone was ready to go home, and they didn't even notice me as I passed them. Their desks were already packed, and most of them were looking at the clock on the big wall in their grey cubicles. The elevator was quick, and I was grateful especially since I was the only one in there. I hoped by the time the clock reached five, and the traffic to go to the parking lot starts, I would have reached the 15th floor. It wasn't far since I worked on the tenth floor though, and it took me about a minute to reach there. The entire 15th floor was for the partners, big offices with walls of impenetrable glass, and the fresh air of not having people pass by the office every two seconds either going back to their cubicles or bathroom made the floor even more desirable. Damn it, I hated the tenth floor but I hated this one even more, since I couldn't see myself being in here anytime soon. Fucken hated that thought too. "Mr Don is expecting me." I told his secretary the moment the elevator doors opened, didn't even bother to greet her. All I wanted was to get home, and let loose, but it seems that Mr. Don and his secretary had other plans. Whether she knew it or not. "I know Sanders. It's Friday, cheer the f**k up." She answered, rolling her eyes while she typed like a professional on her computer. "Then, you should have informed your hot boss." I spat making her smile showing her pearly white teeth surrounded by her thin ruby red lips making them pop. "He may be hot, but he sure has bad timing." She giggled, making me smile. "The worst?" I answered getting closer to the open glass doors. "Club F&F at eight, don't be late." She shouted not caring if the boss heard or not. "Stating the obvious." I answered before politely knocking on the open door, coming face to face with the most handsome man I have seen this week, and the wet dreams of every woman in the city. Including me! Andrew Don, the most handsome bachelor in this building. Sitting on his black mahogany desk, his head cleanly shaven, and only stubbles showing any traces of hair, and those big brown eyes glaring at my green one's. "You may come in, Miss Sanders." He said getting back to typing on his laptop. "Thank you." I said walking towards his desk but not taking a seat yet. "Please sit down." I almost groaned since I knew this was going to take a long time. I was hoping for a quick 'good job on the Anderson case' , a pat on my shoulder and I could leave, but things were not going my way, again. "May I ask what am I doing here at this time of the day?" I put it nicely, at least I hoped it's nice since I didn't mention that this is legally considered overtime. But he chuckled before fixing his navy blue suit jacket, that made his eyes pop, and his chuckle showed his one dimple, and I fought my imagination from thinking about him as nothing but my boss. I didn't want to go there. "Miss Sanders, I know it's Friday, and you and Miss Harley out there got plans at F&F but this timing was not a mistake. I wanted us to be alone to discuss your next project." I squinted at him, my long eyelashes brushing my rosy cheeks. We could have spoken about this on Monday. So, why is he doing it now? "Okay, Mr Don. I'm all ears." I relaxed on the soft leather chair crossing my legs thankful for the slit behind my tight pencil skirt making my movement easier. "I have been keeping my eyes on you, since you've been working in this firm. You have done a remarkable job. Never lost a case." He complimented, and I wanted to roll my eyes and ask who would lose those stupid cases but my face remained passive. Didn't even glow at the compliment letting him continue without interruption. Ow, and let's not forget the stalking part. "You're a hard worker, and a trustworthy employee, even when your career has been stagnant for five years, you didn't complain or apply for another job. I know many firms pooched you, and promised you the biggest of promotions, and a huge salary but you still stayed. May I ask why?" He asked curiously. Those words caught me by surprise, and I'm sure my face showed. Was I being fired or transferred? "Because, I was where I wanted to be." I stated it as a matter of fact. " Working for Don&Don has been my dream since I was fifteen. This is the only firm that doesn't compromise their values, and being a lawyer or even a partner here is my ultimate dream." I answered truthfully. "That was ten years ago, if I'm not mistaken. Our firm was barely off its feet then." He asked surprised. "I know but the Marilyn drowning case caught my attention. Many people thought you brothers were craving attention, and wasting the state resources since it was an open and shut case. Everyone believed Marilyn was drunk, sleep walked and drowned but you Mr. Don and your brother saw past that. You didn't let the media influence you, not even when threats were thrown your way, and some thought you had something against Alfred the husband. Excuse my curiosity but how did you know it was foul play?" I asked the question I always wondered since the conclusion of that case ten years ago. I was too young to attend the proceedings, and the papers only highlighted what they deemed newsworthy. I wanted the facts "You forgot the race card, Miss Sanders. People only saw us as two black brothers trying to climb the ladder by sending an innocent rich white man beloved by half of the city to jail" He chuckled like it was a joke. But the truth is I didn't forget I just didn't want to mention it. People are assholes. Nothing you can do about that. "The answer is simple, Miss Sanders. The vase." He answered smugly. "Huh?" That didn't explain anything at all. How did the vase help them? "Just like you, my brother and I, have two degrees. One in law and one in computer science. The person who tampered with the house surveillance did a remarkable job, but he made one mistake. He didn't put back the ugly vase back on the table next to the pool. The killer had probably broken it or was in a rush to cover up the murder, and didn't put it where it was originally placed. That's when I, and my brother knew there was foul play involved." He said proudly and I couldn't blame him. I was proud as well. That case put them on the map, and fueled up my love for being a well known prosecutor. "Wow. I'm inspired." I said in awe. "Who knows an ugly vase would help solve a case?" "But Miss Sanders, I'm also surprised you know so much about our firm. You were only fifteen back then, but this makes things much easier for me. Are you ready for a case that will make your career, and make you a partner?" He asked, raising his eyebrow, and his lips stretched into a smile or smirk, I couldn't quite tell since I couldn't read him well enough. "Are you the boss?" I asked smugly. "Touche!" He smiled showing those pearly white teeth again. "Let me not waste either of our time, Miss Sanders. The next project you're going to work on is going to change your life. Not only is it dangerous but you need to be very discreet. Only you and I will know you're working on this case. You're only going to do it in secret while tackling other minor projects. I know it's going to be a lot of work, but I'm sure you're going to handle it. Now, I'm going to ask you again,Miss Sanders. Are you game?" I was too excited to care about the risk. Any case that would lead me to be a partner is worth every minute. "Yes. I can start immediately if you wish" I threw all my plans to the wind. My dreams came first. "No. Not yet. I want you to have your last fun-filled weekend, and first thing Monday morning, I will brief you." He gave that smile again. I wanted to argue, and tell him I don't care about the club, but even when he was smiling, I knew his words were final, and not up for a debate. It was a command, and I couldn't disobey him. At least not yet. "Thank you, Sir. I won't let you down." He nodded and I got up with a big smile on my face, and now the only thing left was satisfying the heat between my legs tonight, and I would be the happiest woman alive.