Violet's Seduction

Chapter 11

I never cower in a corner making them think that I am friendly, I kick ass and remind them who the big, bad bitch is.

I was seated in the conference room just five minutes before the deposition.

But the strange thing was that I was not alone, opposite me sat Romanov and an all too familiar face of his lawyer.

Edward Edenbrooke.

The best of his class. And how do I know this?

He was my hand-picked associate for almost a year. He worked for me.

But after I caught him laundering money from one of my trust funds I had trusted him with, I fired him. Last I heard he was hired at Kirkland and Cliffords Law Inc, a law firm that has been trying to get on top of us from before I started working here.

"Where is your client Ms. Styles, last I remember you were very strict with punctuality." He said with a cocky grin on his face. He would know, he had been on the receiving end of several public humiliations because of his lazy ass.

The court reporter looked at me with a raised eye brow. I shook my head at her, as to tell her to stop transcribing Edward's cocky bullshit. She nodded and sat back, waiting for my queue.

Before speaking I looked at her and nodded.

"My client trusts me to carry forward with the deposition without his presence, which would be entirely unnecessary after I show you this." I said in a clipped voice sliding a file towards him that contained all the picture evidence and other necessary documents that were needed to convict Romanov.

Edward opened the file and scanned through, his brow creasing, as worry dominated his features. This case hadn't looked good for him from the very beginning.

Meanwhile, while Edward was looking through the file I gave him, I looked at Romanov.

He looked like a person who belonged to the wrong side of the town, though the fear in his eyes begged to differ. He was covered in tattoos on all the visible surfaces on his body, except his face. His dark, almost black hair was a stark contrast to his porcelain skin and piercing brown eyes.

He wore ripped jeans over a wife-beater and a checkered, half-sleeved shirt that fully displayed the extensive tattoos on both of his arms.

Though one thing I couldn't help but notice was the constant fidgeting of his hands.

He was nervous.

I turned my attention back to Edward.

"So tell me, Edward, as long as we are going down memory lane, I vaguely remember that you were disgusted just by the idea of taking a pro bono, what changed?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

I wanted to elongate his torture.

Edward was one of the lawyers that would only take a case if he saw enough green that would satisfy his greedy ass and there was no way in hell Romanov could afford him. And the Edward I knew would never take a pro bono.

My voice snapped him out of his reverie.

"My superiors forced me to and to be honest, I was going to drop the case and hand it over to one of the first year associates, that is until I saw your name on it." I was going to wipe that cocky grin off of his face by the end of this deposition.

"For all I know these pictures could be photo shopped! They aren't even that clear." He resembled a drowning man looking for straws to hold onto.

I smirked.