“I can’t discuss an ongoing case,” I tell her, pressing the button for the elevator again, even though I hate it when people do that shit because it doesn’t make the damn thing come any faster.
“Why are you defending a man like him? You know what he’s been accused of.”
The automatic response is to lash out in a scathing way leaving no room for her to counter. Now that I’m paying attention, I know who she is. War did it, he got her involved, I can’t let on I know who she is or I’m going to give her anything to help her case.
“There are proper channels for the press to go through. Accosting me outside of my offices isn’t one of them. Miss…”
One of her brows arches and she nods. “Mia Quinn.” She holds out a card I refuse to take.
“You’re not affiliated with a publication?” I say in my best bitchy tone.
“Freelance.”
“You sell yourself to the highest bidder?”
“You’re better than this Miss Beillo,” she cocks her head and studies me. “Or maybe not, given the person you’re representing. If we can even call him that.”
God, if only I could tell her I agree with her, that she is here because I orchestrated this. My heart is beating even faster now because Mia Quinn is fully on board with this. I don’t know what War told her, she wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t researched Vance Roderick.
“I have nothing to say to you, Miss Quinn, and I will tell security you’re not allowed to enter the building.”
The elevator arrives and the doors swoosh open, I step inside and turn to look back at her. The doors close on her tight expression and I swallow hard once she is out of my sight. She thinks she got to me.
This is what I want. This is what he deserves. It didn’t cross my mind she’d go after me. It makes sense, hell it’s why I was put on the case in the first place. Have a powerful, attractive woman representing the man accused of assaulting, stalking and mentally torturing an innocent woman.
I can take it. If in the long run it helps Cara’s case, I will be the bad guy in the story.
Once I’ve filled security in on the interaction and that she is not to be allowed entry to the offices, I go to my own and ask not to be disturbed unless it’s urgent.
I’ve researched Mia Quinn extensively after what she previously did for the club. She is a successful investigative journalist. This is the first step to getting Cara the defense she deserves.
A couple of hours later, a sharp knock precedes Harry entering the room. I look up from the papers I’m working on and hold back the sarcastic comment about him coming right on in.
“We have a problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
“Kroeger, Saville and Wheeler.”
“The law firm? What about them?”
“Dempsey switched attorneys. Not only did she retain one of the hardest firms to beat in this state, she’s got Kroeger representing her.”
Holy shit. The shock on my face is for an altogether different reason to his. The Devil’s Chaos can do a lot of things but this is impressive. Three days since I asked War to help, and he’s got one of the biggest law firms involved.
“When did this happen?” I ask, sounding suitably concerned.
“We got notice this morning. How the fuck did she manage to pull this off? Do you know how much it costs to get someone from their firm, never mind one of the fucking founding partners?”
He’s pacing now and looks on the verge of losing his shit. It makes me feel a little bad I’m the one who caused this, but I won’t forget why I did it.
“How am I going to tell Vance?”
“Harry, it’s not the end of the world okay, we can figure this out. Yes, they’re a better law firm than the ones she already retained, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to lose now.” I sure as shit hope it does. “Where do we stand on opposing the change?”
“She has done everything above board, Cassie. How the fuck did she do this? How is she paying them? She has no fucking money, what the hell is happening?”
“Harry, take it easy, sit down. We can figure this out.”
