Page 6 of Emani's Way
MADDOX
“Listen to me, Mr. Stewart. You don’t have a leg to stand on in this lawsuit. You were harassing a client at Mr. Dalonzo’s business and proceeded to get belligerent when you were asked to leave.”
I’m really tired of this foolishness with Ross Stewart. His ass knows he got off lucky, especially since Luca Dalonzo didn’t kill his ass. It’s not like Luca is the most stable human being in the first place. And for this numbskull to go into Dalonzo territory in their business and start shit and come away breathing is a fucking miracle.
“Now, wait one minute! I was not belligerent! My wife was in that building. He was holding her hostage.”
“Hostage? Have you lost your mind? Luca Dalonzo is an upstanding citizen and a highly respected member of this community. We have video evidence to prove that you came into the building, and Mr. Dalonzo had to defend himself and his girlfriend…”
“Girlfriend! That’s my motherfucking wife!” Stewart stands up and slams his fists on the table.
“Mr. Stewart! That’s enough. Now, sit down.” The arbitrator narrows her eyes at the man, and I already know I’ve won and we didn’t even have to enter a courtroom.
I’m damned good at what I do. I’m the greatest attorney in Texas, and my clients know it.
“This asinine complaint needs to be dropped, or my client will be forced to file his own grievances.” I sit back in my chair with a smirk on my face.
The asshole knows the Dalonzo’s could bury him both figuratively and literally. I don’t know who Stewart is taking advice from, but he needs to get rid of them immediately. They are going to get him killed.
Stewart jumps out of his chair with a red face and slams out of the conference room without saying anything. His lawyer is left blubbering and apologizing. I shake my head at how out of their league they are.
“Ms. Brown, I suggest you let your client know he has twenty-four hours to respond, or I will be filing with the court for slander, trespassing, destruction of property, and anything else I can think of.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “I’ll let Ross… umm, Mr. Stewart know.” She hurries after her disgruntled client, calling his name.
I shake my head, “He’s definitely screwing her.”
“Mr. Reid, it has been a pleasure as usual,” Marion purrs as she gives me a suggestive once over.
I hold in the smirk because that would only encourage her more. As the arbitrator over my case, Marion knows it would be unethical for us to sleep together. And although I love pussy, I can do without hers. No matter how hard she throws it at me.
“Have a good day, Ms. Cole.” I wink at her even though I know I shouldn’t.
Like I said, I love pussy. And even though Marion is thirsty, she’s got a sexy, bookish thing going for her that I like.
“Byeeee,” she sings, twiddling her fingers at me.
I chuckle as I walk out of the room. Marion is by far the easiest arbitrator I’ve recently worked with. But to be honest, I like going to court. I love eating my opposition alive with my words and watching them crumble beneath my intellect. What can I say, I’m a theatrical bastard.At least that’s what my twin tells me.
I hop on the elevator and ride it down to the garage. I usually park on the street, but lately, I’ve been dealing with some undesirable characters, so it’s best I park where there are cameras present. Because if any fucker even thinks about messing with my Porsche, I’ll definitely have to whoop somebody’s ass. People are often fooled by my smooth outer appearance, boyish charm, and striking good looks. But that is their first mistake. I’m a shark. I came out the womb with killer instincts and a take no prisoners attitude. I was made to be an attorney, and if I do say so myself…I’m the best at this shit!
I make it back to my office in no time because I drive like I’m on the race track. I love the power of my car and the easy way it handles. I was almost a professional driver for an Indy team, but life happened.
“Afternoon, Mr. Reid. Your father would like to see you as soon as possible. And your brother called,” Lena, my very capable assistant, says, handing me my messages.
“Thanks, Lena. Tell my father I’ll be up in an hour. I need to check in with a few clients first.”
“Will do. Oh, and your mother called.” Lena grimaces with an eye roll.
“Which one?” I question out of formality, but by her reaction, I can take an educated guess.
“The former Mrs. Reid.” Lena rolls her eyes again.
My biological mother, Elizabeth, will not give up the Reid name, even though she’s been divorced from my father for over two decades. But that’s the least of her entitled ways.
“I’ll be sure to return her call whenever I feel like it.”
I hear Lena chuckle as I enter my office and close the door behind me. There isn’t any love lost between my mother and me. How someone could abandon her children because she didn’t get her way is beyond me. However, my stepmother, who would kill me for adding the step, loves Zane and me like she gave birth to us herself. Sarah is a wonderful woman, and I don’t know what I would do without her.