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and let me remind
you… I not only represent Mrs. Sanderson, but I also represent
each of her three children, and if you don’t pay the
twenty-five, then I’ll be filing Mrs. Sanderson’s suit
only. And after I’ve dragged your company through the
shit-storm that is our legal system for the next three years, I’ll
file the first child’s suit… and I’ll drag your
ass through the same shit-storm for the three years after that. Then
the next child’s, and then the next. I’ll have you tied
up in litigation long after you’re ready to retire from the
practice of law, and get this… I could give a fuck if I win
even one of those cases. The mere fact I’ll drown you in legal
expenses makes me go all tingly inside. So do yourself a favor, pay
the twenty-five and save yourself the heartburn.”
    Matt listens for
just a few seconds, and then he says, “Very good. I expect the
check tomorrow by noon.”
    He hangs up the
phone without a good-bye and immediately types a few notes on his
computer. While his long fingers work the keyboard over, I ruminate
on that conversation.
    Damn, that was some
hot legal talk. I have no clue if his case had merit or not, but I
would have paid whatever he was telling me to pay after hearing that.
    When Matt finally
stops typing and swivels his chair to face me, I say, “So…
sounds like you just settled a case for $25,000. Congrats.”
    His face remains
impassive, not even a hint of a smile. He says, “Try
twenty-five million.”
    “Excuse me?”
I say, stunned, because I surely misheard him.
    “Twenty-five
million,” he reiterates, calm as day.
    Clearing my throat
and trying to calculate what one-third of twenty-five million would
be, because… holy shit, that’s a huge legal fee, I ask,
“May I inquire as to what type of case?”
    Standing from his
computer, Matt walks over to a mini-fridge and pulls out a bottled
water. He holds one up to me, but I shake my head no.
    “Train
accident,” he says matter-of-factly. “Mrs. Sanderson and
her kids were on a train. They were all killed when a truck driver
who was drunk off his ass got his rig stuck on the tracks. Train
couldn’t stop. Kids and mom died a fiery death.”
    “Oh,” I
say quietly. “That’s terrible. But hey… you should
be happy. What a settlement!”
    “It was worth
more,” he says in disdain, but he doesn’t elucidate.
However, as an attorney, my interest is peaked way too greatly to let
it go at that.
    “Then why
didn’t you settle for more? Seems like you had the upper hand.”
    With a pained sigh,
Matt sits down behind his desk again, taking a sip of his water.
“Mrs. Sanderson’s husband doesn’t want to go to
court. At all. He says he just doesn’t have it in him to
relive the pain of what happened. So he gave me the authority to take
the one million they were offering today and told me to make the case
go away.”
    “So you were
bluffing just then?”
    “That I was,”
he confirms, sounding neither proud nor victorious.
    I’m impressed
with Matt. His overt confidence was a key element in getting Mr.
Sanderson justice, but I’d also learned from Miss Anders that
Matt has an incredible reputation in the courtroom. He has a track
record to back up his bluff, and that was probably the key to getting
the case settled.
    “I’m not
happy about you working here,” he says without preamble.
    “I gathered
that by your icy welcome this morning. I get that you’re mad
about it. I guess I just can’t figure out why?”
    His eyebrows raise,
and he looks at me, stunned. “You can’t figure out why
I’m mad? How about because I had my tongue between your legs
two days ago, or the fact we both almost overdosed on orgasms, or
maybe it’s because I got a fucking hard on the minute you
walked in that conference room door? Take your pick… there are
a variety of reasons why I’m mad.”
    His words are
gritted out, but they have a sexy quality to them as well, and oh my
God… the fact he got a hard