Larysa’s POVAs I turned to go, I glanced at Elena. She was not one to hide her feelings, disapproval was written all over her face.When Brandon let go of my hand and I made a move to leave, Elena immediately leaned in closer to him.Once more I found myself wondering what he could possibly see in her.I didn’t feel like dwelling any further on the thought of such a mismatched pair. I was looking out for Emma, she had to be here somewhere.I soon spotted her, deep in conversation with Dylan! They were standing nearby, at the cocktail bar. I wondered if they had seen what went down between Brandon and I.Well, I didn’t want to interrupt them, they looked nice and cosy. Emma’s face was lit up with happiness, and Dylan was smiling.I stopped a cocktail waiter as he passed by with a tray of drinks, and selected a fresh one. Looking around, I recognized a few of the guests.Some of them had dealings with our law firm and others were celebrated names in the business world.I heard, “Ah, La
Larysa’s POVI was instinctively suspicious of Brandon’s motive. He was offering to retain me as legal counsel for his property empire. He dangled the lure of high remuneration and the freedom to continue my partnership at Tomkins & Sawyer.All very tempting, I thought. On a purely professional level, it was an attractive and lucrative proposition. I had no doubt at all that I would be an asset to his business, and I would find the challenges interesting.Yet, I had lingering doubts. Was his offer to retain my services out of genuine admiration for my expertise, or did he merely see me as a useful tool, a means to the end?Discardable.The same way he isn’t hesitating to discard his wife, now that her services in caring for his grandfather have come to an end? The same way you would dismiss domestic staff who had outlived their usefulness.Every fibre in my body screamed that I should refuse his offer.Yet, not so long ago he had conceded that he was grateful for the devoted care his
Brandon’s POVWhile I had anticipated running into Larysa at the banquet, I hadn't expected her to show up with another man.And I wasn’t prepared for how stunning she looked tonight, turning heads from every direction.I asked Arthur who her date was, and he filled me in. Turns out, it’s Jack Kestner, the CEO of Green Valley Logistics — the company that just sued us a week ago — and won!To make matters worse, Larysa was the prosecuting attorney for that case. That would explain how he won the claim.I watched as she smiled happily at her date, they seemed to get along well. He certainly cut a refined figure in his tuxedo; he was about my age and my height.The thought occurred to me that he had won more than just the lawsuit.Then I remembered how coldly she treated me when we last met. What had I done to make her misjudge me?I shook my head. Women were a mystery that I had never found time to unravel. Always too immersed in the development of my business pursuits.Arthur was tryi
Larysa’s POV “That’s the annual banquet hosted by Arthur Le Bruin — it’s one of society’s highlights of the year — and it includes a ball.” Emma said.“Arthur is renowned for his love of dancing! Tomkins & Sawyer handled his case, remember, I believe you were the defence attorney for that trial?”“Yes, of course I remember,” I fairly snapped. “And yet Arthur hasn’t invited me!” I huffed.Dylan said, “Yes, he did. I haven’t had a chance to bring it up yet, but Arthur addressed the invite to me, for you and I to attend.”I frowned. I would have liked to have received my own invitation. After all, it’s not like I’m just Dylan’s paralegal. Or his partner!Jack must have seen his chance. “It’s okay, Larysa, I’d love to escort you to the ball.”I thought, why not? He looked like he could be fun. “Sure, thanks Jack. I would be delighted.”I sent Emma a loaded look and she got what I meant, sending me a knowing wink.“Hey, Dylan, why don’t I go to the banquet as your plus one?” she said brig
Larysa’s POVI couldn’t say I was surprised by the request, even though it was a jolt when it came.I knew the phone call was inevitable. But still, I had to think fast.“How are you, Ms Scott? I’m afraid you’ve caught me out of the country right now. Could you please advise Mr Trainer that I will schedule a meeting once I return to the United States." I adopted a vague southern accent, in case Alicia recognized my voice.“Oh — ah, can you give me an estimate of when that might be?” Alicia tried. She was only doing her job; Brandon would expect her to drill down the details.“I wish I could, really, but I’m tied up here and not sure when I can get away. I’ll get back to you when I can. Thanks for getting in touch,” I replied evasively, and promptly ended the call.I dropped the cell phone onto my desk and stared at it for a moment. I was in two minds about meeting Brandon to discuss our divorce. At first, I had altered the terms of the agreement because of the arrogant assumptions in
Larysa’s POVEmma dropped in and I made coffee for us both. I was pleased to see her, she always cheered me up.And I needed to talk to someone I could trust, since, just recently, things have started to become rather complicated.“Hey, that’s a nice new hair style,” I said as I checked out her new bob. It came to just below her jawline and was very flattering.“Oh, this?” she said with a pleased smile. She raised a hand and patted her hair. “Thanks. My stylist was feeling adventurous.”“Well, it suits you,” I said. She had straight brown hair that sat nicely in the bob.“So, what’s been happening, Larysa? Are you still seeing that hunky husband of yours?”I huffed, “I’m not seeing him, Em. Not like that! He’s one of our legal firm’s clients. That’s all.”We sat out on the patio. “And he’s not my husband… er, well he soon won’t be. It turns out, he’s just an awful manipulator.”Emma frowned. “How so?”I told her what had been going on, how I learned that he considered me merely a ‘too