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murmured, her eyes still on the document before her.
    â€œHmm. Mr. Control?”
    â€œMr. Control?” she questioned, looking up from the page.
    â€œRobert Gold,” he said. Farrah returned her eyes to her document. “It sounds like he might have some doubt in your ability where there shouldn’t be. So far, we haven’t seen anything that makes me think you missed anything with your initial filing, and that your response is on point, with one exception.”
    Farrah lifted her gaze again from the document that had captured her attention and locked it on him. “And that would be what, exactly?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.
    â€œThat’s what I admire most about you, Farrah. Your confidence.” His dark brown eyes narrowed in on her. “You can’t even imagine that you might have missed something or could be going in the wrong direction, can you?”
    â€œI worked every possible line of defense in my mind before I even committed it to paper. If you have something to say, Trey, spit it out,” she demanded.
    â€œIn a nutshell, your response to the lawsuit is that Robert Gold’s plans are based solely on his own work product and not anything that has been provided, past or present, by the complainant,” Trey explained.
    â€œCorrect.”
    â€œYet, you offer no proof.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms against the edge of the table. “We need something to substantiate that...something that counters what they’ve presented or could potentially present.”
    Inwardly, she chuckled. “I realize that, and we’re working on it,” she replied, understanding that she had been so busy holding her cards close to the chest that she hadn’t considered that Trey needed another piece of vital information. “We’re in the process of trying to find whoever’s behind all this as well as the forger that created the forged drawings that they used in their complaint document.”
    Trey sat upright quickly, surprise evident in his expression. “Are you now? And what happens if you don’t?”
    She closed her eyes a moment, and flashed through every possible scenario and summed it up with, “To be perfectly honest? We’re screwed... I’m screwed.”
    Trey’s full lips lifted in a small smile. “No, you’re not. I have my team checking on a few more angles for us to explore. Have dinner with me so we can talk through all the options and opportunities before us.”
    The only “angle” Trey Steel wanted to work was the horizontal tango. “Really, Trey? You throw in a cheesy pickup line when you ask me to a working dinner? Where’d you learn that? Caveman Practices 101?”
    â€œA brother’s got to try.”
    â€œNot really,” Farrah said, laughing. “You can try, just not with me.”
    â€œBut a sister also has to eat,” he hedged.
    â€œThanks, but I have other plans already. Why don’t you just email your ideas and I’ll take a look at what you have in mind?”
    â€œRain check?” he asked with one raised eyebrow.
    â€œLet’s just focus on the response.” Farrah got up and headed to the door.
    â€œI never give up, you know,” Trey declared, and she recognized it for the challenge he meant it to be.
    â€œOf course I know,” she shot back. “That’s why we became attorneys in the first place.”
    His laughter followed her from the conference room.

Chapter 4
    F arrah drove into the underground garage of the Blake & Montgomery office building and parked in her assigned space. She turned off the ignition and laid her head back against the headrest of her new white Porsche 911 Turbo Coupe. Farrah believed in working hard so she could play equally hard, which meant having some really cool toys—fast cars, a beautiful boat and vacation homes all over the world. Her most recent purchase was a prime