Page 40 of Legal Attraction
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to the empty car. Before she stepped inside, Muriel turned to him and asked, “So whose idea was it to smear me?”
“Ronan Hall,” the man replied.
And Muriel felt as though she’d been punched in the stomach.
“Allison really felt horrible about it,” Edward continued. “But she has to honor her client’s wishes.”
“And Street Legal is her client,” Muriel said. Not her.
She’d just been a hapless victim.
“It was Hall’s idea,” Edward continued. “He’s the worst one of those bastards from Street Legal.”
“Are they a pretty big client for McCann PR?” she asked.
“The biggest,” Edward said with a regretful sigh. “And the most ruthless.”
So Allison McCann would probably not help Muriel out with the bar association—even if she knew for certain that Ronan had suborned perjury. And Muriel didn’t know for certain. She’d begun to believe him.
But now she wondered if she’d been played—exactly the way he’d bragged to his partners that he would play her into withdrawing her complaint.
Edward continued, “That’s why she had to do what Hall wanted. I’m sorry for what happened to you.”
Before stepping into the elevator, she squeezed his arm in gratitude. His apology was nice, but it wasn’t the one she wanted.
The person who owed her the apology was Ronan.
