“Yes, the truth is yes.
“Well, when that exists, I can't settle for someone who makes me smile. I guess that makes me picky. Not in physical or sentimental terms... It doesn't matter if he's blond, dark, or bald; if he goes to the gym or weighs a hundred kilos, as long as he can get me out of my boxes. Don't you agree with me? In the end I will have to create it from artificial intelligence. He would be intelligent and mysterious, and he would not spend the whole night praising my virtues.
The elevator bell cut through his fantasy.
“Does matters. In the end it will turn out that I do have too much time to dream about that wonderful HE. The summary is: what if I find it and reject it because it's not capable of hooking me, or I can't recognize that it's made for me? In other words... What if Prince Charming appears in disguise?
Yvonne looked at her funny.
"What could he dress up as?"
“I don't know... From the devil, for example. It would be horrible to find him and not recognize him because someone broke his heart and he is incapable of being himself, or because he is not the type to show himself as he is... Arg , how difficult. If it all comes down to probabilities, I'm lost. Remove all married men, gay men, and platonic crushes; to those who would never notice me because I'm not their type, those who are bastards... I would have four cats left. There are too many people in the world for me to be lucky enough to find my second soul mate.
“Second? Who is the first...? Oh Caleb.
“Obvious. He smiled and got out of the elevator. That Caleb who's not going to like that I'm here talking about impossible romances instead of what I'm here to do.
Actually, Caleb wouldn't care what he was doing because he was blindly confident in his talent. Not in vain had he chosen her as the majority partner of the firm in which they put their name, when Neal Delfino, the lawyer in charge, retired and decided to leave his empire in the hands of the most capable. Caleb was that man, the one who would maintain his client base and his prestige. For years he was her co”counsel, and after that, an enviable minority partner. Even with only seven years of work behind him, he showed that his skills far exceeded that of anyone else.
Caleb had counted on her to revamp the place and become the first law firm headed by young lawyers; not only because they had a special relationship that made them one person, but because they formed almost at the same time and together they were stronger than separately.
Besides because they loved each other in a way no one else understood, and they couldn't live without each other.
"Not that he was going to find out." Even if you were flirting with his biggest enemy he would miss it. That man would forgive you a murder.
Yvonne didn't wait for Yuri to roll her eyes and continued, stopping at the first counter they came to.
“Going back to the topic one last time before getting into the case...
“Wait.
He turned to the secretary at the counter, who found it hard to tear her eyes from her fingernails.
“This is Victoria Palermo's office? I'm Yuri Sandoval, we have a meeting now, at half past eight. To handle the divorce from the Campbells.
“One moment, please.
Yuri took advantage of the secretary's occupation to look at Yvonne.
I don't think you should lose hope.
"I've been hopeless since I was a teenager. I've never felt anything intense for a man, Yvonne. I'm not made for love, that's all,” she summed up, camouflaging her disappointment with a simple smile. At some point he had to face it.
"Maybe you're looking in the wrong place." Haven't you thought about trying something... different?
Yuri slung her bag over her shoulder and looked at her questioningly.
“Different? Do you mean internet dating or something? It's true that it's booming, but I don't see myself chatting with strangers or taking photos of them in a thong. I mean, it could be fun…” he laughed. He stopped laughing when he received a strange look from the secretary, who was holding the phone to her ear. She cleared her throat and turned a little more towards Yvonne so she wouldn't hear her. But it would heat them up for nothing, don't you think? I mean... I can't imagine staying with someone just to give them a striptease . To avoid situations as violent as that, it is better not to give the wrong impression. Although imagine it. I have always wanted to do a striptease . You must feel powerful, and sexy ...
"Actually, I didn't mean Internet dating, just a change of… A more radical change."
"Raise the age limit, you say?" I thought so. Maybe the perfect man is fifty and a bull. Or not, maybe he's just fat. The truth is that I don't care about my physique. The men who have best kissed me have not been exactly handsome.
“No, nothing to do with the age limit. It is rather...
"Yeah, I know what you're saying. You'd have to stop dating at work, right? It would be very different to meet someone who wasn't a lawyer, or for that matter, a Caucasian. I've never dated a Latino, or an Asian, or a mulatto... Do you think I'm a bit racist? “I doubt”. In Miami there is everything, I cannot use as an excuse what is the most abundant...
"You can go into the conference room," the secretary interrupted, gesturing down the hall with her perfect fingernails. There he will be waiting for her.
“Great, thanks.
He nodded his head and went to the place he had pointed to. Yvonne followed her, this time sticking to her.
"Let's put the subject aside for a while." Do you have my professional phone connected...? Perfect, so the calls don't hang up while you return. Thank you very much for interrupting Roberto and accompanying me, really. You've given me time to practice telling him that I'd rather we stay friends.
Yvonne outlined a smile that oscillated between admiration and resignation.
“It doesn't matter. I know it makes you nervous to face such a big firm. If you need anything, you can call me on my personal mobile. Oh, and don't come back too late; remember that today you have lunch with Delfino.
“Certain! I almost forget it. What would I do without you? She sighed dramatically. He gave her a brief hug and winked. So much talking about men, when I should fall in love with you. Wish me luck.
He did not hear the sigh of his secretary and the comment of the one who accompanied him, because just as he turned towards the entrance of the meeting room, he intercepted the only male figure that was crossing the corridor in his direction.Yuri remained at the doors of the office, more surprised because it had taken her so little to recognize him than because of her internal reaction. The irritation didn't catch her off guard. She suspected that if she ever ran into him again, he would tell her four things for cheating on her at a vulnerable moment.It was him. The scoundrel who pretended to be the deputy head of the insurance company for reasons yet to be determined, and who didn't interrupt her while she was explaining her pathetic situation. The perfect actor. She wouldn't have found out if Allen hadn't called her to close the deal and insist that she hadn't sent anyone to the firm. She spent the next few days freaking out wondering why the hell she would have done that. Was he
Yuri cleared her throat as she looked at him as if he were a threat. Between the fact that she was quite petite and he was quite tall, he was already impressive. His blond hair was somewhat long, an ash hue that matched his fine beard a few shades darker, and his light tan. His knife”like eyes intimidated her more than twenty thousand soldiers. Because yes, those eyes were armed at both corners, full of ambition, secrets, and a darkness that counteracted the sweetness that they should inspire due to their singular clarity.It was... Perfect . Just like the disposition of his three”piece suit, in a flattering navy blue, and the tie placed with care on a chest that was intuited worked. Just like his confident walk, his slow and direct way of speaking. And that perfection that would cause rage in anyone could only have a name, or rather a last name: Ambani. Only he would respond to all the descriptions he had heard from Caleb, from his secretary, from the chief's assistant... From all th
Marc waited for the future divorcees and the lawyer to leave the room to do it himself. It wasn't a polite gesture or a learned rule, but another strategic move in favor of his "wicked goals," as Nick liked to call them. The way in which the parties said goodbye and if the lawyer had sweated the seat were key clues to know what their chances were.Seeing that "the Campbells"“it would be better not to say that in front of Carol Price”would not approach each other and avoid looking at each other even in the face of even a basic courtesy such as "see you tomorrow," Marc imagined that he could destroy to her client's ex”husband without her making any qualms. In fact, he was grateful that Carol was one of those shallow, even unscrupulous women whose only goal in asking for a divorce was to keep everything and bring the gentleman down. It never hurt to have ambitions in common with someone who was going to pay him a substantial amount.As for the lawyer... There was no trace of sweating on
Veronica Duval, Nick to him and him alone, was his sidekick. Nothing more.“It would take twenty women like Yuri to distract me from my goals, and even then they wouldn't succeed.“So Miss Japan has a name... Don't worry, friend, if I understand your situation. It must be annoying waiting so long for this moment to now be more interested in his face than destroying Campbell.It has nothing to do with physical issues. It's as simple as she's better than me. I have researched it and already came with that in mind. He has only lost one trial and it was because the client withheld vital information. It is indestructible in the civil sphere and I have never touched a divorce. I can recognize a failure when I smell what is to come if I don't take action on the matter."Then you have to get her out of the way." And how do you plan to do it? "Finding a weak spot, an open wound to stick your finger into." I doubt she'll drop the case by herself. She's not stupid. You will know that if you win
Marc knew from the beginning that it was a bad idea to date someone from work. Then what happened happened. Jesse hadn't set foot in the firm for almost a month, which would have gotten him fired if Marc hadn't pulled the strings, and Victoria had asked for a leave taking advantage of the accumulation of vacation periods on her record. If that was all Jesse was doing wrong by not dealing with their breakup, Marc could intercede for him”which he had been doing since day one”but it kept giving him reasons to raise a voice and order.He had given in to her every plea. He tried to talk reason with Victoria, to no avail. He even made some inquiries behind their backs to make sure that the reasons that the woman gave to justify the divorce were true and that she was not cheating on him with another, thinking that if so, she could make the process more bearable. But no, just as he figured, Victoria was being legal. He even suffered from the decision made, which is why Marc stopped intervenin
"Nothing... I just went to see her last night, and she wasn't very excited."Mark sighed. Well, in most divorces two lawyers were needed, one representing each of the parties involved. She could collaborate with Tori if she cared that much.In the end he would have to give him that cable he asked for, and not because he had time to spare to handle another case, but out of pure appreciation. Although the Ambanis were three siblings in all, and three different women had carried the last name, Jesse was the only relative he felt in his family, besides Camila, who was like his adoptive mother. The 'great' Ambani's first wife had passed away without his knowing her, and his had died too. Of the others, his older brother and his father, he preferred not to comment. It was too early for him to be admitted for arterial obstruction, and he had too many enemies to give them the pleasure of dying young."As your adviser, I ask you, please, don't do that again." If he asks
The brother frowned as if he didn't know what he meant. Most of the time, his attitude was just desperate, but other times the distorted vision he had of things was comical. How the hell could he be a psychologist and at the same time so little self”aware? In his defense he would say that as long as he was paying attention, he was aware of the mood of others. That's why he was an excellent brother.Yasin, stop here. He gestured to the coachman. You have to take the detour to go to the apartment and I prefer that you leave this guy there. I can look for life. Do you remember the address?Yasin stopped at a red light and turned to say:"Are you sure you want me to take your brother there, boss?" That place contains relics and could break something. It's like putting an elephant in a glassware."You have to give him a vote of confidence," Marc intervened, opening the car door. I'll call the house landline tonight to make sure you're there and not drink
"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 obs