She's a headstrong lawyer who has had groundbreaking success in her field despite her young age.
They are three dominant brothers who need a lawyer for their multi-million pound business.
What could go wrong?
NOTE: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM NOVEL
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As soon as I got home, I crawled into bed.
And I've stayed there the whole weekend.
Only when Monday rolls around do I actually climb out of my nest.
I take a quick shower and dry my hair. I style it into soft curls. I put it into a neat high ponytail and add some simple makeup to my tired face. Heading to my wardrobe, I put on a simple pair of cinched black work trousers and a white sleeveless blouse.
I slide into my black patent heels and throw on my Burberry trench coat before heading out the door.
As soon as I reach my office, I smile when I see a cup of tea already waiting on my desk.
She's good.
When I told Hannah about what happened with Callum in the ladies bathroom, she was ready to march over to Ashford Inc to confront the man. When I finally calmed her down, she spent Saturday tucked up in bed with me, surrounded by blankets and comfort food.
"Hey, how you feeling?" she walks into my office as I sit down and kick off my heels, exchanging them for my trusty work slippers. They're fluffy and pink.
"I'm good," I take a sip of my tea, "Thanks for this, by the way."
"Well I thought it would soften the news," she sits down in the chair opposite me, apprehension heavy in her facial features.
"What news?" I narrow my eyes at her, still holding onto my mug with both hands.
"The Ashfords have arranged a meeting this afternoon... with you," she blurts out in one breath. I stare at her, blinking rapidly as my hands tighten around the mug. She bites her lip, sitting back as she waits for my response, which doesn't happen for a few minutes.
"Why?" My voice comes out as more of a squeak, surprising myself.
"They just said they needed to see you alone," she responds, her face turning into concern for me.
I clear my throat and shake the thoughts of seeing Callum out of my head.
"I'll be fine," I give her a weak smile and turn to my laptop. She nods and gets up, walking out to leave me to register the fact I have to see him.
I try to distract myself, answering to emails and typing up my court notes from last week's hearing.
After a few hours, Hannah knocks on my door with a warning look in her eyes.
"They here?" I ask her. She nods and I take a deep breath, swapping my shoes back to heels and standing up.
As I walk out my office, Hannah grabs my arm and tugs me closer.
"Just say the word and I'll smack the living shit out of the tall, handsome man," she whispers. I smile at her, knowing full well she would do it if I gave her permission.
