Powerful

Chapter 2.

The sun's rays little by little began to stretch over the busy city of Atlanta. The sound of sirens from firefighters and ambulances rushing to their destination rang two blocks from John's large apartment.

As a top-earning lawyer and with wealth of his stepparent's, he indulged in everything he desired.

No more nocturnal interrogations of fictional sins on the cold kitchen floor to early hours to feed the hunger of his parents. Never again.

At the funeral, he behaved like an exemplary grieving son, but inside he was beaming with joy.

The only thing keeping him alive all those years of abuse and pain were his brothers. He doesn't remember them very well because he was a toddler when they were separated but the names that gradually came to him in his dreams he still remembers to this day.

Joseph and Jacob.

Even as a little boy, he dreamed when his big brother Jacob used to take him to the field behind their house. He always sat on his shoulders and ran along; John's little fingers spread out into the air like the wings of a little bird ready for its first flight. The feeling of freedom he felt every time he was in the air was indescribable.

He remembers Joseph as the peaceful and most moral of the three. He always had sparks of gentleness and love in his eyes.

When they were together, no one and nothing could separate them.

Except for that crucial day.

With slight shift from the left side of John's sleepover side brought him to reality.

With a deep gulp of air, he managed to get up and strolled into the bathroom. After a hot shower, he usually wakes up from the thoughts flooding his mind, but a sip of his favourite black coffee gives him the energy for whole day.

As he crossed the threshold the wardrobe the lights on both sides lit up. He put on classic white silk button-up shirt, dark-blue blazer a dark blue suit with a white handkerchief tucked in the pocket, and a matching pair of chinos that were sewn right onto him. Every piece of his wardrobe was custom-made. The Rolex he got after his first successful case wrapped around his wrist and put on his polished oxfords.

Like a dancer the man slipped past the sleeping woman and from the bedroom to the lower floor. On the dresser by the front door, he had his briefcase with the records of the new applicants to the company, which Bonnie had given him before he left. On the spur of the moment the lawyer ran his eyes through the names and threw them back in and took the keys of his Bentley.

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"Come on, move it!" Hayley was getting nervy about the morning city traffic - as usually - and as it wasn't enough firemen and the ambulance were racing against time.

She didn't stop this morning when she realized what Mr. Phillip's message actually contained.

Duncan. John Duncan will be her new boss. John Duncan - one of the top lawyers in all Atlanta will be her new boss. Hayley couldn't even say it, from how baffled she was.

In legal community, he's the most successful and cherished man. At a very young age, he had to take over the business of his parents and each year rises higher and higher. His charisma, charm, and rhetoric skills have always amazed the jury, as well as his marvellously prepared records for each hearing.

But the way he looks, Hayley had no idea. She was more interested in his approach in solving his cases than appearance of this majestic man. The gutter press has been on him a lot, but that was more Nadia's thing. She's always enjoyed the lives of the famous.