“When is this Bella
person supposed to be here?” I asked, my fingers flying over my computer
keyboard. “I’ve got the Larson case in the courthouse in an hour.”
“Marcus! Can you take
the Larson case?” Carmen asked, taking my files from my desk.
“Sure, Carmen,”
Marcus yelled from his overflowing cubicle. “I just need to find my car keys.”
“Carm, the Larson’s
trust me,” I argued. “Can’t you take Bella’s case? You’ve built a rapport with
her.”
“The Larson’s will
trust anyone who prevents them from being kicked out of their house,” Carmen
snorted indelicately. “I think the case with Bella will be good for you,
Edward. You’re a great lawyer and I need you to take this.”
“But, how is Marcus
going to get the courthouse without his keys? He may not find them on his desk,”
I asked, arching a brow. I felt a cool breeze and I shivered. Feeling my pockets,
I tugged out a set of car keys. “What the …?”
“Thank you, Edward,”
Marcus breathed, darting toward me from his office and taking the keys from my
hands. “Dude, your hands are like fucking icicles. Were you holding them over
the blower?”
“Um,” I stammered,
shocked that his keys magically
appeared in my pocket. What the hell?
“I just run colder than everyone else?”
“Whatever,” he
chuckled. “I’ll get the Larson’s to eat out of the palm of my hand. See you
later, Carm!”
“Thanks, Marcus!” she
bellowed from her office.
I stood up, shrugging
off the feeling of unease. How in the hell did I get Marcus’s keys? I was nowhere
near his cube. I avoided it like the plague. Marcus was a stellar attorney, but
organizationally he was a fucking mess. He had piles upon piles upon piles of
paperwork, files, and books. It spilled out into the hallway and adjacent
counters. I think he even had some of his shit in one of the conference rooms.
We all teased him for him. Carmen indulged him, allowing him to keep his piles.
But, once a year, we do have a bonfire. Marcus’s reams of paper act like the
kindling.
“You never answered
my question, Carm. When is Bella coming?” I asked, stalking into her office. I
was still shaken up by the almost magical appearance of Marcus’s keys, but I
couldn’t dwell on that. “Well?” Carmen looked up at me over her thick glasses.
“You said she’d be here by mid-morning. It’s almost one.”
With a smirk, Carmen
pointed to Heidi, our receptionist. She was hovering behind me, wringing her
hands. “Mr. Cullen, there’s a woman here to see you. Bella?”
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