Chapter Eighteen
Zoe
“Let me check my calendar,” I said, turning to glance at my computer.
I was just finishing up a meeting with another attorney, Mark Smithson. He’d asked me for consultation and representation in a domestic dispute case with his ex. Mark was a high-profile corporate lawyer in Seattle. He likely made more money in a week than I did all year. I’d been surprised when he called. I hadn’t agreed to take the case yet and would be reviewing the legal documents before I made a decision.
“How about next Wednesday at ten?” I asked, glancing back at him.
Mark was the epitome of suave. He wore black suits that probably cost a small fortune. He had straight dark hair and dark eyes. I could objectively notice he was handsome, but he didn’t do a thing for me. He was too polished
