Lester Sinclair Mga Nobela at Kwento

“On that note, your honor, I would like to call on my second witness, a Mr. Sinclair from a pharmaceutical company.” “I’ll allow it.” Halloway nodded with a wave of her hand, scribbling on a paper. Then, the witness walked in, his cap in his hands as he walked to the witness box to take his oath. “Your name, please?” Levi asked as soon as he finished with the oath. “Sinclair; Matthew Sinclair, sir.” “And what do you do, Mr Sinclair?” “I’m a lab expert at a pharmaceutical company.” “What do you focus your research on?”

“Good. That gives us room to start negotiations.” That was it. Cold, safe, business talk. I could live with that. Halfway through the flight, he leaned a little closer and tapped his pen against the margin of the document I was reviewing. “Our client, Vivian Sinclair,” he said. “Heir to the Sinclair family business. You familiar with her?” I glanced up. “Heard of her. Rumor says she’s practically royalty in France. Smart, strategic, with a good reputation.” “And pretty,” he added, almost absentmindedly.