The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 56

Xander had zero interest in politics, having started his own firm with massive government contracts, giving him a wildly extensive intelligence network.

York looked entirely unbothered. He finally picked up his fork, casually taking a bite of his food before asking in a flat voice, "Did Silas agree to put in a good word for them?"

"Hell no. You know how Silas operates. He stays far away from that kind of mess, especially from a shady operation like the Zimmermans, who leave a trail of garbage wherever they go."

"He had me kick them and their bribes out the door."

Xander didn't hold anything back. Pausing to think, he added, "But the Zimmermans have been players in this town for years. They have connections. You can bet they'll send someone else to pressure you."

York scoffed coldly.

"My office hasn't even finalized the internal review yet. If these people are already trying to pull strings, they must be begging for a death wish."

"That Zimmerman kid is an absolute monster. What he did to that poor girl... driving her mother to jump off a roof and end up in a coma. Animals like him belong in front of a firing squad, or locked in a cell until they rot."

"But your job revolves around making enemies, so I just want you to watch your back. In just two years, you jumped from San Francisco to The Capital, and you aren't even thirty. Half the city is green with envy. Add in that brutal temper of yours, and you've already pissed off some serious heavyweights."

"The Capital is a jungle full of vipers. You have to tread lightly."

York looked up, his expression hardening into stone.

"When I try a case, I look at the law. If favors and backroom deals could override justice, they might as well shut down the prosecutor's office entirely."

Clearly, York had already made up his mind on exactly how he was going to handle the situation.

Xander shot Caleb a desperate look, and Caleb sighed before speaking up.

"Boss, we don't know the first thing about prosecuting criminals—that's your territory. But there are a few other things we really need to warn you about."

York stayed silent, chewing his food at his own pace, giving no indication of whether he was actually listening.

Caleb pressed on. "For the past two years, you've painted a massive target on your back by pushing your proposal to aggressively prosecute sex crimes against minors and women, and to lower the age of criminal liability. You can't force this stuff overnight. You're a lawyer! Since when does legislation get passed in a year or two? It takes decades. You have to actually survive long enough to see it happen."

York glanced up.

"You look like you're constipated. Spit it out."

Caleb couldn't be bothered to argue.

"You're lucky things are finally starting to look up for you. Otherwise, the tragic romantic stunts you've pulled could fill a bestselling novel that would leave thousands of women in tears."

York stood up, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair.

"Glad you noticed. I'm leaving. My wife gets off work soon."

Caleb stared at him.

He hadn't even won her back yet. What the hell was he so smug about?!