First Do No Harm (Benjamin Davis Book Series, Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

talk to you immediately.”
    “I can’t now, Brad, I’m busy. I’m about to sit down with the manager to go over the bill. Call me at the office on Monday.”
    “This can’t wait. Pay the bill. I’ll wait over there, and then we can talk.” Littleton pointed to a table in the corner.
    “Brad, I’m sure Bella can fit you in sometime on Monday afternoon.”
    “This can’t wait. Take care of the bill, and we’ll talk.”
    What a pain in the ass
, Davis thought.
Why the hell was Littleton even invited to the party?
Davis couldn’t remember Littleton’s name on the guest list, and he wondered if the son of a bitch crashed the party. He decided to ask Bella about it.
    Davis walked over to his niece, who was dressed in a midnight blue strapless evening gown that complemented her blue eyes. Normally, she wore her hair in a long ponytail, but for this special occasion, it was up, showing off her exquisite tanned neck and shoulders. She was the most beautiful woman in the room, but that didn’t prevent Davis from feeling a little burdened by her. Sammie was in Nashville, working for him out of pure nepotism. If it wasn’t for her grandmother’s influence with her son, Sammie would be unemployed. A Jewish mother’s guilt was a powerful thing.
    “Brad, this is my niece and paralegal, Sammie Davis.” Davis then moved closer to the manager as he finished giving orders to his staff.
    While they waited on Davis to return, Sammie told Littleton that she had been working in Nashville for only three weeks. She was living in the loft above Davis’s office. Her father, George, was Mr. Davis’s older brother, and her parents divorced when she was five. She had grown up with her mother in Miami, and she spent summers with Davis’s parents in Woodbury, Long Island.
    She also told him that she was a graduate of the University of Florida and a recent graduate of a paralegal program. But these qualifications didn’t impress her uncle, who thought she had no practical or life experience.
    “Sammie Davis, are you a Jr.?” Littleton asked with a smile.
    She shrugged. “My mother has a twisted sense of humor; she loved the Rat Pack.”
    After Davis wrote a check for just under $10,000 to the club manager, he strode over to the table where Sammie and Littleton were waiting.
It was an expensive night, but well worth it
, he thought.
    He sat down and couldn’t help noticing Littleton’s straight-forward gaze at his twenty-four-year-old niece. “Brad, do you mind if my paralegal sits in on this meeting? Sammie is shadowing me to gain experience.”
    “It will be a pleasure. She obviously got the looks in the family.”
    Davis didn’t like the way that Littleton was almost leering at Sammie, but that reaction was typical. He had seen how men looked at her, almost smacking their lips. He didn’t care for Littleton before this display, and now he just wanted to get the conversation over with.
    Bradley Littleton was about fifty, more than ten years Davis’s senior. Littleton was short and weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. Davis was about the same weight, but at six foot two with the broad frame of a football player, he towered over Littleton and carried his weight better. Davis met Littleton four years earlier when they represented co-defendants in a contract dispute. Davis defended the case to trial and received a defendant’s verdict, while Littleton settled with the plaintiff immediately prior to trial. Davis’s client got off with paying only legal fees while Littleton’s client paid a significant settlement and even greater legal fees.
    Littleton seemed to attract profitable clients. He had a network of stooges who directed family, friends, and innocent strangers to him for representation and legal advice. Davis wondered whether Littleton compensatedhis bird dogs because any payments to non-lawyers would be unethical fee splitting. Littleton had a good bedside manner and appeared more competent than he really