Page 8 of Required Surrender


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“And he spanked me, calling me his good pet. It was right there in his office in the middle of the day. Can you believe that?”

When someone cleared their throat, I cringed all the way to my toes, holding my breath as I opened my eyes. The tone was very male.

My bad day had just tanked into hell on earth. I stood slowly, giving Jackie a nasty look.

“I tried to warn you,” she said between clenched teeth, scampering out of my office like a little rat.

“Mr. Abbot. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in my office.”

“Obviously.” His looks were always stern, but at this moment, his expression was one of annoyance as well as disbelief.

“I can explain—” I started.

“No need,” he interrupted, waving his hand.

I’d always considered Trent Abbot a mentor, but the owner of the powerful firm was ruthless and that always made me nervous. Today I was scared half blind, especially if he’d heard about my performance with one of his clients.

“What you do in your private time is entirely up to you. As long as it doesn’t bleed into the business, then I have no issues. I have a meeting in three minutes, so I need to make this quick. While I know you’re still in a junior position with our firm, a client has asked for you specifically. He’s high profile and needs an attorney with tenacity, which is why he asked for you. However, his case could prove difficult. If necessary, I’ll assign a second chair. Unfortunately, I’ve put you in a tough position in that it’s Friday and you haven’t had an opportunity to look over the charges against him.”

“Why is it a tough position?”

“Because he’s waiting in conference room six for a brief meeting. He just wants to connect, nothing more. I would advise you to keep it to that for now. Understood?”

I was flustered, the criminal cases I’d worked on so far nothing to add to my resume. However, I sensed I couldn’t turn the opportunity down no matter how tough. I started to ask him the identity of my new client when his assistant walked in, red faced from trying to hunt him down.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but your clients are here and they’re pissed. I don’t know why.”

“Thank you, Stacy,” he said as he took a deep inhale. “I’ll leave you to your meeting while I put out some fires. I’ll have Stacy put the file on your desk so you can get up to speed over the weekend.”

Maybe I could use it as an excuse to get out of the festive event.

No, I knew better. I’d never hear the end of it.

After he walked out, I took a deep breath, grabbing my notepad and pen. The afternoon was ticking by far too quickly. I only prayed the villainous Mr. McKenzie was taking the night off.

I headed down the corridor to the conference room, straightening my back before opening the door and walking inside.

The man sitting on the opposite side of the table rose to his feet, giving me a polite nod. I had no idea who he was, but the aging man was well dressed, wearing an expensive watch. As he walked around the table, he said nothing. Then he offered me his hand.

When I accepted, a cold chill coursed through me.

“Ms. Winston. A true pleasure to meet you. I’m so looking forward to working together.”

“I’m sorry. You have me at a disadvantage. Who are you?”

His laugh boomed into the room. “My name is Dr. Ernest Davidson.”

Bells and whistles went off, the name suddenly far too familiar. He was an acquaintance of my father’s but that wasn’t all.

He’d been accused of killing his mistress in cold blood.

CHAPTER3

Lachlan

Behave.

I’d told the gorgeous woman she needed to behave. While I hadn’t lied to her, I’d also taken out my anger from a terse meeting earlier that morning on her. The fact I was being hassled about something that happened years before pissed me off to the point I’d almost taken a swing at the poor guy. Letting my anger get the better of me wasn’t in my best interest. I could almost read the headlines now.

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