The elevator doors opened, and an exquisitely designed reception greeted us. On the wall, there seemed to be a sign covered by a striking piece of red cloth.
The moment John stepped out, the receptionist greeted him with a smile, “Mr. Stovall.”
“Mmm-hmm.” John nodded as he shot me and Emma a glance. The receptionist approached us and ushered us to where the red cloth was. “This way please.”
Standing in front of it, the receptionist handed me one end of it. “Ms. Stovall, if you may.”
“Pull it open,” John urged.
As I fumbled to pull the cloth away, I saw the words written on the sign: Scarlett Stovall Attorney At Law.
“Are you surprised? The logo has been designed by one of the most famous designers in the country. Doesn’t it give you the vibe of a modern independent woman?” John boasted. I wasn’t sure about the vibe, but I knew better than anyone what the name “Scarlett Stovall” symbolized.
Not expecting John to jump the gun, I was at a loss. “Aren’t you going to explain yourself?”
“What’s the point?” John’s enthusiasm was dampened instantly as he explained, “Isn’t it obvious? I know you’re feeling bored at home. So, isn’t having your own law firm better than working for someone else’s? Going forward, you will be the one calling the shots. At the same time, you will enjoy the same level of security as the Stovall family which will put our minds at ease.”
Emma paced around and scrutinized the place. “Did you rent the whole floor?”
“Of course. The Stovall family doesn’t need to share our territory, do we?” John replied in a serious tone.
Any office within this building would costs at least a hundred thousand a month in rent. From the way John spoke, the rent would definitely be above a million every month. There’s no way I, as a trainee lawyer, would be able to attract so much business to cover the cost…
Feeling troubled, my frown didn’t escape John’s notice.
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