Adrian
"William, tell something I want to hear," I growled into my phone a few seconds after banging my office door shut.
"Witnesses are no longer in our path to victory," the Irish lawyer who had represented my father's legal cases even before I was born answered proudly into the phone. Loyalty was a vital key in our business, and I knew for a fact that we had his, to the very core.
"And how is the judge doing?" I walked over to my seat and plopped down, rolling the chair as a distraction to keep my busy mind calm.
"You have his daughter," William chuckled, "you should know better."
"I would not be wasting my time, asking you if I knew." I barked. Why the f**k was everyone being damn irritating today.
Everyone except her.
An image of her in that yellow dress that hugged her per
