The Laws of Love

Chapter 14

"If you're flirting with me, know that I'm not Asian, I just have slant eyes." I was born in Barcelona and I am registered in Miami; I have dual Spanish and American nationality. But forget about it, this conversation is inappropriate. I don't even know how we got from the belt to this,” he added quietly.

Marc pulled the belt forward, pleased with the initial results. It was very likely that she was pretending to be the impressionable young lady. If she had heard what they were saying about him, and knew that his reputation at Moore Lawyers was not as good as it was among his clients, then she would know what he would do to get away with it. He imagined her putting her pretty little head to work manipulating him in the same way. Or worse. Life had given him many key lessons, and one of them was that he should not underestimate the power of a woman who knew how to fake a sincere smile.

But it wasn't just the smile, it was everything. From what he observed in the prologue to their relationship, that day they met by chance, she was one of those simple and gullible women who could be found on the subway, hiding behind a book, her head buried in her chest giving a nodding, or looking out the window with a nostalgic air. But perhaps even then, meeting his eyes through the glass, he would have known it was Marc Ambani, and acted accordingly. Good lawyers had no heart. They were manipulative, twisted, and knew how to get into the mind of the enemy. If she was the best, it was because she knew how to misbehave and not look like it. I was sure.

So why did her need to get out of the taxi, get some clean air, and get away from him seem so real? Did she intend to convince him that he was a poor little animal and then tear him to pieces?

That was another lesson he had learned very young. No matter how generous an individual presented himself, he was not that good. He wasn't that tame. He wasn't that altruistic. Nobody was. A woman who charged hundreds of dollars an hour and was virtually undefeated on her specific cases, let alone.

They did not speak any more during the journey. He heard how he took an interest in the driver's life, staying with his expressions. She didn't seem too bothered by his direct observation. Once parked, taking advantage of the fact that she was entertaining herself when she said goodbye to the gentleman, Marc walked around the vehicle and opened the door.

Yuri surprised him with a nice and honest smile of thanks.

That too must be a lie.

“Ladies first.

She suppressed a smile.

"I thought the men holding the door didn't exist," he commented matter”of”factly, as if he had erased his hints from a few minutes before.

“It explains everything. There are those who still do not believe that Marc Ambani is a person of flesh and blood.

“It is? she provoked, starting to walk.

Marc followed her without stopping to think that she looked like a sheep.

"It's a person, but made of leather and steel."

"Now should I picture him in leather pants?"

"You can imagine me with what you want, or without it."

She didn't see his face when she answered, but she did quicken her step.

At the entrance there was only a guard asking for credentials. At half past six in the morning there was no one around, except the owners who took their time to open and have breakfast. That's why he liked to arrive early”as long as no one was waiting for him”as well as because he had a few spare minutes that he liked to spend on short”term planning, a couple of nervous sips of coffee, and various banter with his secretary. And now because this way he could supervise Yuri Sandoval, who was standing and waiting for the elevator, offering a much more detailed view of what she was wearing: a short”sleeved, frilled, waitress”type shirt and a knee”length pleated skirt. .

Very little exposed meat.

"What are we going to do until the Campbells get here?" she asked, looking at her wristwatch. Marc took special interest in its design. Horror. It was one of the fake gold Casios that could be found for twenty dollars on sale. There's half an hour left for that, and I wouldn't like to discuss the matter without them in front of me. Mr. Campbell was very specific in asking me not to talk to you.

That caught Marc's attention, and he entered the elevator with a high percentage of well”camouflaged tension.

“AHA. I see you don't trust me.

"Is it bad?" he asked openly.

“What do you think?

"I think Mr. Campbell does believe everything about his reputation at face value."

"It would be a little ugly if he didn't know about my reputation, when he was the one who made me believe it, honey." Deep down he was glad to know that Campbell was wise enough not only to believe what was said of his methods, but to fear them. That could mean she hadn't forgotten him. Not him, not what he did to him.

“I understand. She leaned her shoulder against the wall, reaching her trembling hand into her pocket as normal. He cocked his head at her, but looked down as he said, "How do you want us to kill the hours?" I can think of many ways, it all depends on whether you would like to make it unforgettable.

Sandoval hit the button for Ambani & Moore SLP . By the fragility of his shoulders, rigid until they were softened with a breath, he confirmed what it was doing to her. Not good for her desire to maintain professionalism, and excellent for her desire to take it to her own ground.

“Does he try to make everything he says have a second meaning, or does it come naturally to him?

"Have you heard the saying that 'you see what you want to see'?" It is his mind that plays tricks on him by assimilating other meanings, I am innocent.

She crossed her arms and leaned her back against the opposite wall, getting as far away from him as possible.

“Oh really?

"I don't give you second senses." I give even quarters or fifths, I just try that the other doesn't notice.

“So you're having three or four very boring conversations, because they can't answer those interpretations.

"It doesn't matter, I keep them to myself."

"If this is how you have fun, I'm glad to know you won't be lonely or miserable on a deserted island."

“I would feel lonely and miserable because there would be other needs that I could not maintain at the level that I like.

Yuri twisted her mouth.

“Go? There it is again...

The elevator, which had been going up in silence until now, came to a sudden stop. A sudden jolt sent Yuri forward. He grabbed the rail attached to the mirror in time, right next to Marc. The white light from the fluorescent lights blinked three times before dying out for a few seconds. He returned just as Yuri swallowed hard and looked over at the plant board.