Falling For Mr. Greenfield

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THE PROSECUTOR

Asher sat in his office with the door slightly ajar.

Everyone knew it was ill-advised to disturb him if that door was closed, so no one dared bother him as a deadline loomed for a case that was soon to go to court. Asher labored away in one of his moods with his head bent over a pile of documents.

Like most days, he lost himself in whatever task he urgently worked to complete.

As one of the most successful attorneys in the building, the weight of the department often felt like it became his personal responsibility. Because he was known for his attention to the smallest details, the prosecutor's reputation as a thorough attorney was predicated on his court skills and record of winning cases.

Accolades, awards, and prestige meant nothing if he lacked the tenacity to efficiently prepare himself for each day in court.

Winning his cases rested solely on his knowledge of how to best apply the law. His main concern for any court day was making sure all information had been properly vetted and ready before the actual trial.

All that came with the distinct title of Number One Prosecutor compelled his eyes to fix themselves on his work.

To his chagrin, Asher's intense concentration was interrupted the instant he came to realize someone had made their way into his office.

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EX'D OUT

Standing by gawking at him through mournful eyes, the woman innocently closed in on his desk. She suddenly motioned that she might turn and leave despite the pressing nature of the task at hand.

Visiting her ex-husband for anything at this point was pretty much futile, but she had accomplished so many other things by reaching beyond his resentment. If she was successful at touching Asher's sensitive heart by reminding him of his promise to always be there to help her, she might accomplish her goal.

Hopefully, she still possessed the little bit of leverage employed in the past whenever their relationship hit rough patches. In all truth, had her family not found themselves in a whole mess of trouble, she would never have contacted Asher Greenfield for anything.

There was still quite a bit of bad blood existing between the two of them.

She contemplated the outcome if she did nothing, therefore, the unavoidable conclusion led her to seek her ex's assistance. Should she fail to gain the attorney's support, her brother would most likely go to prison. The idea of others questioning her sense of pride in her family's name wouldn't allow her to stand for that.

Sure, people would look at her as a crazy woman for divorcing him without consideration for how it would be viewed by their peers, but divorce was one thing and prison was another.

Maybe, if she could appeal to his sense of family and honor, Asher would take pity on the man who was once very much like a little brother to him.

The more she toiled over the task ahead, a quiet voice whispered that she'd made a mistake by entering the building. But alas, it was already too late.

She watched as his dead gray gaze veered up from his work to catch sight of her before him. Though she appeared remorseful and had previously apologized many times, Marie was well aware of Asher's feelings.

He'd stated on many occasions that he would never forgive Marie for her final acts of betrayal.

Marie had always insisted to anyone who would listen that their marriage was by no means the most romantic. This was the lie she told herself and the same excuse she employed to arm herself with enough maliciousness to engage in deplorable acts.