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."

this case. It's the Tulie family

a nonchalant sip from her drink. Her voice was as cool as the glass in her hand. "I'm not short on cases, nor

left

eyes narrowed with calculation. He made small talk for a bit longer before

approached Clara with a beaming smile. "Miss, your drink seems to be

"Thank you." The waiter placed

to find Christy and head home, dizziness struck; her head nearly collided with the coffee table. It was then she realized the world had gone blurry; nothing

calling Christy, when a familiar

Clara, feeling unwell? Let me help you

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