“No one’ll get burned if I get what I want,” I said.
They both shook their heads in unison. Riggs looked at me with visible pity.
“This is what you’re designed to do, Christian. Let your demons run free and wild and see where they take you. This is why we’re friends.” Riggs patted my back. “Just remember, to become king, you must dethrone someone first.”
I sat back in my stool.
Heads would roll, all right. But none of them were going to be mine.
CHAPTER THREE
CHRISTIAN
Present
My opportunity to prove I was partnerworthy presented itself the following Monday, wrapped in a red satin bow, just waiting for me to unwrap it.
It was godsent. If I were a believing man, which I had absolutely no reason to be, I would have given up something for Lent to show my appreciation to the big man above. Not anything critical, like sex or meat, but maybe my wine-club subscription. I was more of a scotch man, anyway.
“There’s someone here to see you,” Claire, a junior associate, announced. I could see her in my periphery, tapping my office door, a thick manila file pressed to her chest.
“Do I look like I accept walk-ins?” I asked, not lifting my gaze from the papers I was inspecting.
“No, which was why I sent her on her way, but then she told me what made her come here, and well, now I feel like you should definitely swallow your pride and hear her out.”
I was still scribbling on the margins of the document I was working on, not looking up.
“Sell it to me,” I barked.
Claire gave me the elevator pitch. The bare bones of the case, as they were.
“Sexual harassment lawsuit against a former employer?” I asked, tossing a red Sharpie that had run out of ink into the trash can and uncapping a new one with my teeth. “Sounds standard.”
“Not just any employer.”
“Is it the president?”
“No.”
“SCOTUS justice?”
“Um . . . no.”
“The pope?”
“Christian.” She flicked her wrist flirtatiously, her giggle husky.
“Then it’s not a big enough case for me.”
“He’s a power player. Known around all the right circles in New York. Ran for mayor a few years ago. Friend of every museum in Manhattan. We’re talking real big fish here.” I glanced up. Claire ran the heel of her stiletto around her shapely calf, scratching it. Her voice wrapped around the words with a quiver. She was trying to tamp down her excitement. I couldn’t blame her. Nothing gave me a semi like knowing I was about to land a juicy case with hundreds of billable hours and win it. There was only one thing more exciting to a natural-born killer than the scent of blood—the scent of blue blood.
Swinging my gaze from my notes, I dropped my Sharpie and leaned back in my chair. “Did you say he ran for mayor?”
Claire nodded.
“How far’d he get?”
“Far-ish. Got endorsed by the former White House press secretary, some senators and local officials. Mysteriously dropped out of the race due to family issues four months before elections. Had a very pretty, very young, very not-his-wife campaign manager who now lives in another state.”
Getting warmer . . .
“Do we believe the family-issue excuse?” I stroked my chin.
“Do we believe Santa slides down chimneys and still manages to be jolly all night?” Claire tilted her head, pouting.
Picking up my Sharpie again, I tapped it against my desk, mulling this over. My instincts told me it was who I thought it was, and my instincts were never wrong. Which technically meant I shouldn’t touch this case with a ten-foot pole. I was familiar with the key players and held a grudge against the defendant.
But should and could were two different creatures, and they didn’t always get on well.
Claire launched into all the reasons why I should accept this walk-in like I was some C-grade ambulance chaser until I held up a hand to stop her.
“Tell me about the plaintiff.”
Funny, how admirable my impulse control was in every other area in life—women, diet, exercise, ego—until it came down to one family. Riggs was wrong. Not about the demons part. I had plenty of them. But I knew exactly where they’d lead me—to this man’s doorstep.
Claire’s blush deepened as she relished my eyes on her. I made a mental note to screw her senseless tonight for that sultry look.
“Reliable, trustworthy, and forthcoming. I did get the sense that she is lawyer shopping. It’s going to be a big case.”