rk alley behind a private clini

dy out, carrying her up the concrete steps of the back entrance. H

ahead, his profile rigid and indifferent. "Just make sure she doesn't die. I

the muddy, bleeding woman in the assistant's arms. "Dammit

irmly into Dr. Martin's hand. "Mr. Houston is paying for this," C.J. said, his voice clipped and strictly professional. "He re

he car. The Rolls-Royce sped out of the alley,

ears

h stop at the base of the marble steps outs

opened. Alyc

one commanded the street. Over the years, she had also become a fierce self-taught expert in intellectual property law, using it to crush the counterfeit networks that had threatened her empire. Her spine was complet

Louboutin heels clicking rh

aw Alycia walk through the heavy oak doors. He let out a

precise. She unclasped her briefcase and spread a massive, three-inch-thick

uction in intellectual property claims. The plaintiff, Brooke, is simply trying to bleed

with condescension as he painted Alyc

It echoed in the quiet room. She stoo

ch. "I direct your attention to page forty-two. These are the wire transfers from Mr. Rick's hidden offshore accounts in the Ca

nose. He flipped to the page. The

The blood drained from his face. He gripped the ed

old you in contempt," the judge

ate Intellectual Property and Copyright Law, her knowledge as sharp as her tail

s temple. "Your Honor, design assets aside, Brooke was an

d pulled out a stack of high-definition photographs. With

anding over Brooke's stolen CAD files to a black

llery. The reporters in the back

y. "Order! Order in my court!" He gla

ia's hand. Her fingers were trembling. A hot

ored to the plaintiff. Furthermore, I am adding punitive damages for the

fountain pen onto the table.

ed the edges on the table to align them and

from her face, his breath smelling of stale coffee and mints.

a three-foot distance, Rick, or I will file harassment and

pped forward, grabbing Rick by t

t same steady, rhythmic click. She walked out of the room, her