King of Justice (BILLIONAIRE KINGS OF NEW YORK #2) by Gabrielle Snow EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Stuck
Sophie
“Sof, you’re still here!” my colleague Zoey remarked with a high pitch as
she stepped out of her meeting. How observant.
I took my eyes off the screen and saw that she was looking at me like I
was naked or something. I couldn’t help but titter. “Well, I need to send the
final version to Paddelton & Minsk before they go on their break and forget
who we are.” Pointing at the meeting room, I shrugged. “And Mr. Nichols
is still in there, too.” I watched our other colleagues leave, one by one,
greeting us as they walked out the door.
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“With who?” She put her hand on her waist and turned to look outside
through the closed widow. “There was a storm warning? You guys should
hurry before you get stuck here all weekend.”
I shrugged, turning my eyes back to the document I was editing. “It
couldn’t wait. You can’t make this up. He’s finally in there with Nathan
Wright. Looks like he’s gonna handle the McFadden case pro bono, after
all.” I glanced at her. “Sweet, huh?”
Gathering her things, she put on her coat. “Sweet?” She scoffed. “I heard
he’s legit hot.”
“That’s all you got from what I said?” I giggled, shaking my head. “Feel
free to take a peek through the door,” I joked, although I wouldn’t put it
past her.
“Nah.” She slung her purse over her shoulder and grabbed her laptop
case. “I’d rather go home to Billy. We’re spending Christmas with his
parents this time.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve never met them, and when I
do, it’s for a whole week. Pray for me!”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Right, you don’t do Jesus.” She waved a hand at me. “I don’t know why
they bother giving you a break on his birthday.”
I forged my best puppy dog eyes. “Because I never get to see my
parents?”
“You’d better run then!” She approached the door.
Sighing, I shook my head. “I should be at JFK at seven o’clock. I’m all
packed and ready.”
“Aww, Paris.” She tilted her head, hugging her laptop case tighter. “Say
hi to Mama and Papa for me. And yummy Silvain.”
“Will do! Merry Christmas, babe. It’s gonna be fun.”
Opening the door, she threw her hand in the air. “Merry Christmas.
Zoey… out!”
Looking at the time, I figured I had an hour tops to leave if I wanted to
catch the flight for which my parents had paid for. Every year since they
had retired and bought their apartment in Paris, I’d been visiting them every
Christmas on their buck. And every single time, I’d pushed my luck by
leaving the office awfully late.
“No rest for the wicked,” I mumbled to myself as I scrolled down to the
next page of the document I had typed up. It was a case for one of the
independent artists against a famous clothing chain. They had used one of
his graffiti designs on their t-shirts—and sold out in a week—without
permission or even offering him a cut of the profits
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