Chapter ninety six

Sinclair packed up his suitcase from the car and sighed with a small smile on his face. The case he'd just won was a tough one and he was glad to walk out of that court victorious. It was sure to make the front page of the tabloid for a few days.

Marching down to his office joyfully, he didn't expect his secretary to tell him he'd had a guest waiting for him since noon.

"Noon?" He asked as he glanced at his wrist watch and saw that it was 3:47pm. "Why didn't you call me?" He asked as he hurried down to the waiting room.

"I did, sir, multiple times, but you weren't picking up." He replied.

Sinclair swore he was in court and couldn't take it and shortly after, he'd been shaking hands and exchanging cards that he'd forgotten all about.

"I'll meet them now, please," he said and pulled off his suit, draping it behind his swivel chair. Then he pulled out a bottle of water and gulped down, he was exhausted after speaking for that long.

There was a tap on the door twice and his secretar