No Strings Attached

"Sure, come find me after you hang up."

Clara settled onto a secluded couch. Her fingers tapped away a message to lan on her phone. Before long, a man with a hint of mischief and sporting blue stud earrings sat down beside her. His smile broadened as he caught Clara's gaze. "Attorney Clara, do you mind if I join you?"

Clara lifted her eyes, and her expression was ice. "What brings you here, Mr. Julius?"

This man was Julius, the notorious second son of the Tulie family, and a playboy whose conquests, rumor had it, could circle the entire perimeter of Northbridge.

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Without hesitation, Clara was firm. "I'm off the clock. My office, Monday morning."

are we, Attorney Clara? Other lawyers are tripping over themselves to take this case. It's the Tulie

a nonchalant sip from her drink. Her voice was as cool as the glass in her hand. "I'm not short on cases,

words left Julius

serene face, his interest intensified, and his eyes narrowed with calculation. He made small

smile. "Miss, your drink seems to

up, Clara replied indifferently, "Thank you." The waiter placed a cocktail before

grew heavy, and the drink was halfway finished. As she rose to find Christy and head home, dizziness struck; her head nearly collided

her phone, intent on calling Christy,

Clara, feeling unwell? Let me help you rest a

discern his face. Strong-willed, Clara pushed the figure away, mumbling, "I'm looking for