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Virginia turned around to see another man who evidently considered that a check jacket, jeans and a string tie inspired confidence. She would have explained to Mr. Trend that in England, only members of the royal family and police superintendents were addressed as ma’am, but she let it pass. They shook hands. “Come through to my office.”
Virginia followed him past a row of offices that seemed to be getting larger and larger with each stride he took. Finally, Trend opened a door at the end of the corridor and ushered her in.
“Have a seat,” he said as he took his place behind a large mahogany desk. The walls were covered with photographs of Mr. Trend and triumphant clients who couldn’t have looked more guilty. “Now you can imagine,” said Trend as he leaned forward, “how intrigued I was to receive a call from an English lady wanting to seek my advice, and also to find out how she’d ever come across my name in the first place.”
“It’s a long story, Mr. Trend,” which she proceeded to tell. Virginia explained to her prospective counsel how she’d met Cyrus T. Grant III on his brief visit to London. She did not mention the ring, but assured Mr. Trend that her present condition was the result of that liaison.
The lawyer began licking his lips. “Some questions, if I may, Lady Virginia,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “First, and most important, when is the baby due to pop out?”
Once again Virginia was reminded of Cyrus. “In about two months.”
“So I assume this liaison took place at the Ritz in London some seven months ago.”
“Almost to the day.”
“And may I ask you a delicate question?” he said, not waiting for her to reply. “Could anyone else be the father?”
“As I hadn’t slept with anyone for over a year before I met Cyrus, it seems unlikely.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, ma’am, but it’s the first question Mr. Grant’s attorney will ask.”
“And you have your answer.”
“That being the case, it appears we do indeed have a paternity claim against Mr. Grant. But I need to ask you another delicate question. Do you want this matter made public? Because if you do, you’d sure hit the front pages at the moment, considering who’s involved. Or would you prefer me to try to reach a private settlement?”
“I would much prefer a private settlement. The less my friends in London know about this whole affair the better.”
“That’s fine by me. In fact, we might even be able to get the best of both worlds.”
“I’m not sure I understand, Mr. Trend.”
“Well, if you were to attend the wedding—”
“But surely it won’t come as a surprise to you that I haven’t been invited. And I read only this morning that security will be extremely tight.”
“Not if you have an invitation.”
“Does that mean you’re going?”
“No, I was the lawyer who acted on behalf of Ellie May’s first husband, so you won’t see me there.”
“Which is the reason I chose you to represent me, Mr. Trend.”
“I’m flattered. But before I agree to take on your case, there’s another crucial matter we need to discuss. My fees, and how you intend to pay them. I charge one hundred dollars an hour, plus expenses, and I expect a down payment of ten thousand dollars on appointment.” Virginia realized their short meeting was about to be terminated. “There is an alternative,” continued Trend, “although I know it’s frowned upon on your side of the pond. It’s called the contingent fee option.”
“And how does that work?”
“I agree to take on your case and, if you win, I get twenty-five percent of the final settlement.”
“And if I lose?”
“I get nothing. But you don’t end up with a bill.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Good, then that’s settled. Now, my immediate problem is to make sure you get an invitation to the nuptials, and I think I know exactly who to call. Where can I contact you later today?”
“The Commonwealth Hotel, Mr. Trend.”
