Rah, rah! Go, team, go!
In the five seconds it takes James P. Farnsworth III, managing partner of Farnsworth & Tillman, LLP, to step into my office, my life goes from happy to hell in a heartbeat.
“Good afternoon, sir. Is that a new suit? I’m guessing Armani, new label. And your tie, Italian silk, maybe Salvatore Ferragamo?”
I can do obsequious with the best of them.
Unfortunately, Farnsworth isn’t in a mood to be fawned over today. With a frown, he tosses a file folder on my desk and folds his arms, his biceps straining against the fine wool of his black suit jacket.
Farnsworth isn’t like most other law firm managing partners I know. No jowls or reddened cheeks from excess drinking at client functions. Not an ounce of fat around his tall, toned frame. His silvery–gray hair is impeccably styled, his skin overly tanned, and his jaw impossibly square. On the outside, he is undeniably handsome in a George Clooney kind of way.
“I hope you don’t have any plans for the next few months, Amanda.” His dark eyes gleam with the power of being able to ruin a junior associate’s life with a mere seven words. “I have a new case for you.”
“I live to serve, sir.” The firm motto slides off my tongue like a corked Merlot.
His thin lips twitch. “That’s what I like to hear.”
I’m guessing what he doesn’t want to hear is that I already have twenty–six cases on the go, as well as ten secret pro -bono files for the community legal aid clinic I just can’t give up. If not for the twenty–four-hour cafeteria and coffin–like sleeping pods Farnsworth & Tillman graciously provides for its associates, I wouldn’t be able to manage.
Farnsworth rakes his eyes over my body, and it isn’t difficult to tell what he’s thinking. From the day I started at the firm almost three years ago, he has made no effort to hide his interest. I suspect if he weren’t my father’s best friend, I might have suffered more of his attentions. Rumor has it he has a fondness for young, blond, blue–eyed associates.
“Yes, sir.” What else can I say? It isn’t so much tight as it is tailored. Not that I would ever dream of contradicting Farnsworth. Cold, hard, ruthless, and fiercely intelligent, Farnsworth suffers no fools, and associates have been dismissed for less than asking a question. Clients love him. Opposing counsel hate him. In the California Bay Area courts, he’s known as the Barracuda. Relentless. Merciless. The ultimate predator. Feared by all. Defeated by none.
“The client is a privately held real estate development company based here in San Francisco,” he says to my breasts. “They have a new, very young and inexperienced chairman, the son of the founder, and they’ve just been hit with a multimillion–dollar lawsuit from a company called Duel Properties. You will have an opportunity to showcase your skills under my guidance. Your performance on this case will help us decide whether you are partnership material.”
|Follow The Tour|
|23-Jun||Fiction Vixens||Excerpt One|
|24-Jun||Mama Kitty Reviews||Excerpt Two|
|25-Jun||Long and Short Reviews||Excerpt Three|
|26-Jun||Ramblings from this Chick||Excerpt Four|
|28-Jun||Books, Movies, Reviews, Oh My!||Excerpt Six|
|29-Jun||My Book Addiction||Excerpt Seven|
|30-Jun||Bookish Babes||Excerpt Eight|