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it would have been money wasted. This is over. Do you understand?”
She could see the defeat well up in Scholl's face, and along with it came an ugly anger.
“Why you little...”
She could take it. She had heard worse. She didn't even have to brace herself for whatever abuse he wanted to spew, because he knew he had lost.
However, even if Leah was used to a certain amount of abuse from her enemies, apparently Zayn was not.
In a flash, he was in front of her, and he had closed Scholl's arm in a tight fist. Leah could see that no matter how Scholl pulled, he was being held as still as if he were an errant schoolboy.
“No,” Zayn said, his tone iron. “This woman has done as I have asked her to do. She has represented me fairly, and she has spoken to you with far more courtesy than I see that you deserve. You are going to apologize to her, and then we are going to walk out of here. Do you understand?”
Scholl started to say something, but it obviously did not sound enough like an apology to Zayn. He gave the man's arm a vicious shake, making him cry out in shock. “Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes! I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry.”
It took Leah a moment to realize that she should respond to it.
“Apology accepted,” she said, trying to ignore what was going on in front of her. “If you continue to take this course of action, we will have no choice but to move forward with more dire means of stopping you. And believe me, you will be stopped.”
Zayn nodded, dropping Scholl easily, and turning to her. “Shall we go?”
“Yes.”
As she turned, however, she caught a look on Scholl's face that made her shiver. Before she had merely thwarted him. Right now, however, he looked absolutely murderous. That was a kind of hate that could have repercussions.
Once they were out of Ice Fields' building, she waited until she made it to her car to turn to Zayn. She didn't trust herself to speak for a moment, but then she found her center of calm.
“Where's Azim and the rest of your men?” she asked, leaning against her car.
Zayn shrugged, a slight smile on his face. “They are around, though perhaps they are being a little subtler than they need to be. They were worried about me, but not so worried that they would storm that place without my permission.”
“And how about you?” she asked. “What kind of permission did you need?”
She was gratified to see that Zayn looked a little startled at her tone.
“What do you mean?”
“I had that handled,” Leah replied hotly. “I had a plan going in, and then here you come, strutting up as if you own the world and everything in it.”
Zayn looked shocked, but she felt too angry to let up.
“Do you know how nasty that could have been?” she demanded. “What if he had decided to press charges on you for assault? What if he had found a way to piss you off enough that you did something that you regret?”
“I do not regret anything that I did in there,” Zayn responded coldly. When he wished to, he could look as foreboding as a granite cliff face.
“Really? Because seriously, what you did in there could be termed assault.”
“He was going to threaten you. He might have only done it with his words, but he might also have decided to do it with his fists. I decided that I wasn't going to take that risk.”
“I was willing to!” Leah cried, exasperated. “Do you think this is my first job? Do you think that clients have never gotten angry at me before?”
Zayn looked stunned. “Someone would try to strike you simply for doing your job?”
She bared her teeth at him in something that perhaps wanted to be a smile. “You have no idea what my job is like,” she said heatedly. “You have no idea what I do for my clients or what it takes to make some of these assholes see reason. I can defend myself, Zayn.”
“And do you do it by simply allowing them to strike you?” he demanded. “Is that your plan?”
He was standing very close to her. If
She could see the defeat well up in Scholl's face, and along with it came an ugly anger.
“Why you little...”
She could take it. She had heard worse. She didn't even have to brace herself for whatever abuse he wanted to spew, because he knew he had lost.
However, even if Leah was used to a certain amount of abuse from her enemies, apparently Zayn was not.
In a flash, he was in front of her, and he had closed Scholl's arm in a tight fist. Leah could see that no matter how Scholl pulled, he was being held as still as if he were an errant schoolboy.
“No,” Zayn said, his tone iron. “This woman has done as I have asked her to do. She has represented me fairly, and she has spoken to you with far more courtesy than I see that you deserve. You are going to apologize to her, and then we are going to walk out of here. Do you understand?”
Scholl started to say something, but it obviously did not sound enough like an apology to Zayn. He gave the man's arm a vicious shake, making him cry out in shock. “Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes! I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry.”
It took Leah a moment to realize that she should respond to it.
“Apology accepted,” she said, trying to ignore what was going on in front of her. “If you continue to take this course of action, we will have no choice but to move forward with more dire means of stopping you. And believe me, you will be stopped.”
Zayn nodded, dropping Scholl easily, and turning to her. “Shall we go?”
“Yes.”
As she turned, however, she caught a look on Scholl's face that made her shiver. Before she had merely thwarted him. Right now, however, he looked absolutely murderous. That was a kind of hate that could have repercussions.
Once they were out of Ice Fields' building, she waited until she made it to her car to turn to Zayn. She didn't trust herself to speak for a moment, but then she found her center of calm.
“Where's Azim and the rest of your men?” she asked, leaning against her car.
Zayn shrugged, a slight smile on his face. “They are around, though perhaps they are being a little subtler than they need to be. They were worried about me, but not so worried that they would storm that place without my permission.”
“And how about you?” she asked. “What kind of permission did you need?”
She was gratified to see that Zayn looked a little startled at her tone.
“What do you mean?”
“I had that handled,” Leah replied hotly. “I had a plan going in, and then here you come, strutting up as if you own the world and everything in it.”
Zayn looked shocked, but she felt too angry to let up.
“Do you know how nasty that could have been?” she demanded. “What if he had decided to press charges on you for assault? What if he had found a way to piss you off enough that you did something that you regret?”
“I do not regret anything that I did in there,” Zayn responded coldly. When he wished to, he could look as foreboding as a granite cliff face.
“Really? Because seriously, what you did in there could be termed assault.”
“He was going to threaten you. He might have only done it with his words, but he might also have decided to do it with his fists. I decided that I wasn't going to take that risk.”
“I was willing to!” Leah cried, exasperated. “Do you think this is my first job? Do you think that clients have never gotten angry at me before?”
Zayn looked stunned. “Someone would try to strike you simply for doing your job?”
She bared her teeth at him in something that perhaps wanted to be a smile. “You have no idea what my job is like,” she said heatedly. “You have no idea what I do for my clients or what it takes to make some of these assholes see reason. I can defend myself, Zayn.”
“And do you do it by simply allowing them to strike you?” he demanded. “Is that your plan?”
He was standing very close to her. If
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