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 a futile exercise. However, Marie had accomplished so many unimaginable feats by reaching beyond his resentment. The question at hand prompted her. Did she still possess the skills to touch Asher's sensitive heart? The only path to success dwelled in reminding him of the promise he'd made so many years ago. In the past, Asher had pledged to always help her, no matter what. Marie's wicked soul would shove that promise down his throat to accomplish her goal no matter how much it hurt him.

Hopefully, she still possessed the little bit of leverage she'd 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 Eli Asher Greenfield for anything.

With a mountain of bad blood ensconced as a fortress between the two of them, it was incumbent upon her to feign a pitifully sorrowfilled demeanor if she wished to sway her ex-husband.

Contemplating the outcome should she do nothing, Marie's pride insisted that seeking her ex's assistance in such a pressing family matter was unavoidable since her brother most likely would go to prison if she failed to gain the attorney's support. The idea of others gossiping about her choice to negate her responsibility of seeking help in favor of her family's good name became the sole reason that she prevented her vengeful side from continuing as it had for years. 

Indulging in Asher's suffering had become Marie's full-time occupation. To humble herself and request an audience with him, she was forced to engage in an act worthy of an Emmy.

The corners of her lips pulled themselves down low. Though inwardly, she reveled in the strained hard lines that had made their home across his brow, Marie donned a mournful countenance even though her eyes sparkled with the messiness the evil woman lived for. 

Inching closer to the man who once adored every breath she took, the she-devil reminded herself that embarking on the right course of action would benefit her family's good name even if she stood to gain nothing from the transaction for herself.