Page 3 of Hands off his Dudette

Chapter 2

Finn hadn't been kidding: this case was going to greatly contribute to turning his hair gray. They had to go through way too much information about aeronautics, a subject he knew nothing about, given the fact that he was a lawyer, not an engineer.

"This is bullshit," he stated, and the four people in his office nodded in agreement.

It wasn't often Clark Carmichael agreed with him about anything. The other junior partner loved to hate him. They'd started working in the firm around the same time, and Finn had always been promoted before Clark, so no wonder he was sour. Never mind that they had the same job now; the fact that Finn got it a quarter before him was what mattered.

They'd momentarily put all differences aside, because stupid as it was, the case would put a serious damper on their quarterly bonus if they lost it. The wife of one of KS's clients was suing for one point five billion; that was a number higher than all of Finn's quarterly cases put together. Had the senior team not been entangled in a messy fraud case taking up all their time, they would have tackled it themselves.

Finn knew that a case like this was make or break for his career. And it was also complete and utter bullshit. He didn't understand the mechanics of any of the information about the plane's configuration. How the hell was he supposed to present this, sounding like he knew what he was talking about?

"What is a camber? Sounds like a type of cheese."

Alisha had her phone at the ready. "Google says it's the curved upper surface of the wing."

"So, I can just say wing?" he asked hopefully.

Clark shook his head. "No, say the actual term. We need to seem on top of it."

Only, they weren't. "You know there's a high probability that I'll end up saying Camembert instead. We'll definitely sound like we're on top of it then."

Clark lifted his eyes from the pile of files in front of him long enough to smirk. "I have complete faith in your ability to talk out of your ass, Johnson," the other lawyer said.

Then his eyes widened, when he caught sight of something behind him. Finn turned right before Anna knocked on their open door.

"Hey everyone," she said cheerfully, with a small wave of her hand. "Still alive?"

"Barely," Daniel, an associate on his second year of hell, muttered. He hadn't said another word all day. Associates worked ten times harder than everyone else, which meant that right now the poor guy was just the shell of a human being.

Finn still remembered those days. He didn't think he would have survived them, had he not returned home to Anna.

"Anna Bullen. Beautiful as always," said Clark smoothly, no doubt just to infuriate Finn.

But now he paid attention, she was rather pretty today. Her golden hair fell in neat waves, and she had on a little makeup. She wore a short red skater dress with a black sweater and heavy black boots.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked.

Anna often forgot they'd left California, although it had been over a decade ago. Then, she got outside and started freezing her tits off.

She winced. "Maybe?"

Finn sighed, and beckoned her forward, pulling his suit's jacket off the back of his chair. When she got close, he handed it to her. It suited her look, somehow.

"Don't you catch a cold."

"People don't catch a cold from being cold, you know. Anyway, I'm just popping by to make sure you guys actually take a second to eat. I didn't know how many of you would be working on this case as someone isn't looking at his text messages, but it looks like I grabbed enough food."

Comfortable in his office, she moved to the filing cabinets on the left side of his desk, and opened her large boho handbag to retrieve a big plastic bag that smelled of heaven. Finn's stomach, too long ignored, growled angrily.

"You're a goddess," said Clark, rushing to her sides.

Finn glared. It wasn't the first time that Clark had made a pass at Anna, and he didn't like it. At all. Clark was handsome, with his gray eyes and glasses—very similar to his superheroic namesake. Thank fuck Anna didn't seem to fall for it.

"What did you get, dudette?"

Anna turned to him with a bright smile. "Chinese."

She plated up at least ten different dishes. By the time she was done, one senior partner, two junior, and four associates had walked inside his now-cramped office. Damn office staff. They always knew when to turn up to get food.

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