GIORDANA
When I got to the door I smoothed out my gown and put on a remorseful expression.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry I'm this late, the traffic was bad," I apologized, feigning remorse.
"That's fine Miss Quinton we didn't wait for too long," a middle-aged man with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair whom I assumed was the lawyer said.
"I'm John Morton, Mr. Forbes' Lawyer," he stretched out his hand for a handshake and I politely took it.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Morton, I'm Giordana Quinton, although I'm sure you must be aware of that by now," I replied smoothly.
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