The hardest law case.
Chapter One:
It was a cold, windy day with rain absolutely pouring down in New York. Jade Aston peered through her office window with a sigh. Out on the street the the people passing by hurried, raincoats drenched. Jade peered back at her desk, wishing she didn’t have to work. It was far too much of a miserable day. A knock at her office door alerted her, jolting her out of her misery.
“Enter!” Jade called out.
The guy who worked at the front desk, Remy, entered immediately.
“Darling, I got you some coffee. Thought you might enjoy it while doing whatever you lawyers do!” He said with a charming smile.
“Thanks so much Remy. You know just how to cheer me up.” Jade replied, smiling back at him.
“I have about five minutes before I’m required at the desk. Now spill. Seen any cute guys recently? Matt just broke up with me, so I’m looking for fresh, hot, gay meat.” Remy whispered.
Jade got up and shut the door. She didn’t want anyone listening in.
“Remy, you seriously need to find someone you at least have one thing in common with. I mean, honestly. You can’t keep dating the first guy you see on the streets.” Jade exclaimed.
“Huh. Last time I ask a straight friend anything.” Remy snorted. “Well, laters. My tea break’s over. And seriously, you need to ask Alex out already. I’m sick of you mooning over him, like, 24/5 at work. It’s sad.” Remy ducked out of the way as Jade threw a law textbook at him.
“Buzz off!” Jade called after him as he closed the door behind him, heading off back to the front desk to do what the company paid him for.
Jade settled back down into the cushioned office chair she called home five days of the week. Her mind strayed to Alex. The gorgeous, handsome, smart playboy millionaire who owned the company. She had had a crush on him for years, ever since she had first been employed into the company. He was two years older than she was, at the young, successful age of 29. He had black hair which was always soft and messy in a cute kind of way. His chest was well built-she could tell he worked out at the gym quite a lot. He was tall, about 6 foot, and had the most amazing piercing green eyes. He was always clean-shaven and his business suits were custom made and clung to his magnificent physique. Alex Worthington, however, was 100% off-limits. Not only did he own all of the company and was a billionaire but he had never taken the same girl to an office party twice. He was a playboy, and could get any girl he wanted. So why on earth would he ever even look twice at her? She was short but not a dwarf at 5″4. Her honey blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders down to her mid-waist and was straight as a board-she never ever had to straighten it. She was quite thin and had bright blue eyes. She wore little make up- mascara usually, and deep cherry red lipstick when she felt daring. She was very pretty, but she would never say she was anything like the bimbos Alex took to the office parties- they wore far too much makeup, low-cut halter tops, mini skirts and heels which could be criminal. Her wardrobe was much more simple- a small black dress going down just past her knees with long sleeves and a V-neck, making sure it ended just before her C cup breasts.