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."

to take this case. It's the Tulie family inheritance dispute - could be worth millions in fees. Doesn't that pique your

nonchalant sip from her drink. Her voice was as cool as the glass in her hand. "I'm

left

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

a beaming smile. "Miss,

you." The

abuzz with life, yet Clara's corner was an island of solitude. As the night deepened, her eyelids grew heavy, and the drink was halfway finished. As she rose to find Christy and head home, dizziness

calling Christy, when

me help you

her eyes couldn't discern his face. Strong-willed, Clara pushed the figure away, mumbling, "I'm looking for