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would be there, as would Alex. Deirdre Lyons and her attorney Mark Hall would also come, and various others would round out the guest list, including George, a court reporter to take notes, and anyone that was assisting with Deirdre’s case. It was definitely not going to be a place where Alex and I would hash out the particulars of our relationship, so I tried to put any thoughts of us out of my mind.
I had gathered all the questions and relevant information I needed and brought it to the room with me, grabbing a good seat so I could organize my paperwork like I wanted to. George came in next, settling himself next to me. He looked suave and well-dressed as usual, exuding confidence and competence. I was glad he was in my corner.
Mark Hall arrived a few minutes after we did, picking a seat on the other side of the table and greeting us professionally. I hadn’t worked with him before, but I had heard good things. I wasn’t intimidated, though.
Alex had said he wanted me on the case. That I was good, and I was competent. I had no reason to be intimated by someone like Mark Hall.
Deirdre Lyons then came in, our receptionist opening the door and ushering her in to the room. She fixed me with a cold stare and grudgingly shook my hand when I offered it.
She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Porcelain skin, jet-black hair, a stunning figure. The fact that she’d slept with Alex – on numerous occasions – made me hate her immediately, even though I knew it was irrational and had nothing to do with me.
At 10:02, I was starting to get worried. Everyone was there, except Alex. We tried to make small talk, but the atmosphere in the conference room was thick and strained. At about ten after, I decided to step out and call him to see where the hell he was.
As I closed the heavy conference room door behind me, I started trying to call up his number on my cell phone. Just as it started ringing, I saw him rush through the main doors to the office and walk-jog back to where I stood.
“What the hell?” I demanded, when he made it over to where I stood. “You’re ten minutes late. That’s not a good legal strategy,” I huffed.
He ran a hand through his hair, and I noticed he looked a little off. His tie was crooked and he looked frazzled, contrary to his usual unflappable demeanor.
“Sorry,” he said, looking sheepish. “I didn’t mean to be late. I’ll explain later.”
“Did someone die?” I asked. “Are you sick? If not, I’m not sure any other excuse would be good enough to be late.”
“We’ll talk afterwards,” he grumbled. “I know I’m late. Let’s just get started.”
“Okay,” I agreed, still miffed. “Let’s go,” I said, wanting to know more but knowing that we needed to get back in the conference room.
He nodded, obviously relieved, and straightened his tie. He followed me as I headed back in to the room.
I sat down in my seat, and he sat on the opposite side of me than George. After cursory greetings, we got down to the business of the deposition.
Mostly, I stuck to the questions I’d come up with the week prior, asking Deirdre about the software she’d developed and the particulars of it. Her attorney, in turn, asked Alex questions about his company and the purpose of the department that Deirdre had worked in.
Alex was quiet, answering the questions he was asked and not offering any more information than that. A reticent client was an attorney’s dream, but his odd, quiet demeanor worried me more than made me happy. But I forged on, desperate to get the session over with and talk to him privately. Even though he was sitting next to me he seemed distant, conflicted.
I tried to skirt around the topic of their relationship, with the purpose of keeping everything professional. I didn’t want to get personal unless I had to.
Deirdre, however, eventually forced me into it.
“Ms. Lyons,” I asked, trying to tease out her thoughts about why she believed the software was hers
I had gathered all the questions and relevant information I needed and brought it to the room with me, grabbing a good seat so I could organize my paperwork like I wanted to. George came in next, settling himself next to me. He looked suave and well-dressed as usual, exuding confidence and competence. I was glad he was in my corner.
Mark Hall arrived a few minutes after we did, picking a seat on the other side of the table and greeting us professionally. I hadn’t worked with him before, but I had heard good things. I wasn’t intimidated, though.
Alex had said he wanted me on the case. That I was good, and I was competent. I had no reason to be intimated by someone like Mark Hall.
Deirdre Lyons then came in, our receptionist opening the door and ushering her in to the room. She fixed me with a cold stare and grudgingly shook my hand when I offered it.
She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Porcelain skin, jet-black hair, a stunning figure. The fact that she’d slept with Alex – on numerous occasions – made me hate her immediately, even though I knew it was irrational and had nothing to do with me.
At 10:02, I was starting to get worried. Everyone was there, except Alex. We tried to make small talk, but the atmosphere in the conference room was thick and strained. At about ten after, I decided to step out and call him to see where the hell he was.
As I closed the heavy conference room door behind me, I started trying to call up his number on my cell phone. Just as it started ringing, I saw him rush through the main doors to the office and walk-jog back to where I stood.
“What the hell?” I demanded, when he made it over to where I stood. “You’re ten minutes late. That’s not a good legal strategy,” I huffed.
He ran a hand through his hair, and I noticed he looked a little off. His tie was crooked and he looked frazzled, contrary to his usual unflappable demeanor.
“Sorry,” he said, looking sheepish. “I didn’t mean to be late. I’ll explain later.”
“Did someone die?” I asked. “Are you sick? If not, I’m not sure any other excuse would be good enough to be late.”
“We’ll talk afterwards,” he grumbled. “I know I’m late. Let’s just get started.”
“Okay,” I agreed, still miffed. “Let’s go,” I said, wanting to know more but knowing that we needed to get back in the conference room.
He nodded, obviously relieved, and straightened his tie. He followed me as I headed back in to the room.
I sat down in my seat, and he sat on the opposite side of me than George. After cursory greetings, we got down to the business of the deposition.
Mostly, I stuck to the questions I’d come up with the week prior, asking Deirdre about the software she’d developed and the particulars of it. Her attorney, in turn, asked Alex questions about his company and the purpose of the department that Deirdre had worked in.
Alex was quiet, answering the questions he was asked and not offering any more information than that. A reticent client was an attorney’s dream, but his odd, quiet demeanor worried me more than made me happy. But I forged on, desperate to get the session over with and talk to him privately. Even though he was sitting next to me he seemed distant, conflicted.
I tried to skirt around the topic of their relationship, with the purpose of keeping everything professional. I didn’t want to get personal unless I had to.
Deirdre, however, eventually forced me into it.
“Ms. Lyons,” I asked, trying to tease out her thoughts about why she believed the software was hers
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