Sophia couldn't help but chuckle softly, finding the situation absurd. How could she win a lawsuit against herself and regain shares after finalizing their divorce? It seemed ridiculous. But she had to find a way to use this situation to her advantage.
Putting on a fake smile, Sophia returned the divorce papers to Alexander, "This contract is flawless. I can't find any loopholes. I won't be able to assist you in reclaiming your shares."
Undeterred by Sophia's response, Alexander retrieved a checkbook from his suit pocket. "If you need money, how much would be an acceptable consultation fee? I'll write the check for you."
Glancing at the open checkbook, Sophia replied, her tone firm. "Whether or not I accept your consultation has nothing to do with money."
The flush on Alexander's face grew more prominent as anger coursed through him. He attempted to steady his voice as he spoke, "Ms. Johnson, tell me your price. Everyone has a price."
Taking a step toward Sophia, Alexander cornered her against the hallway wall. His closeness enveloped her in the scent of his cologne, causing her heart to race more than she would have liked. Nevertheless, she stood her ground, not attempting to move away.
Alexander leaned in, his voice a low whisper near her ear. "You're the first person to refuse my invitation and the first to negotiate with me." She could almost feel his full lips brushing against her.
Sophia maintained her calm demeanor, concealing her emotions as she spoke. "If it's about your divorce, that's not my area of expertise. I can't provide that service. But if the news is true, even if you give half of your property to your ex-wife, it's still legal."
Alexander's grip on Sophia's arm tightened slightly as he processed her words. His voice showed frustration as he responded, "Legal or not, I can't let her take everything. There must be something I can do."
Sophia met his gaze, "Well, there might be another way I can assist you," she said, her voice dripping with intrigue. "I've heard rumors about your subsidiary facing a hostile takeover. I can help you fix that, but I have a proposition."
"Ms. Johnson, I must admit that your information is really well-informed,” said Alexander. Sophia replied, “Utilizing all the information I can get and turning it into usable resources is my strength.”
Alexander's eyebrows furrowed, "Go on," he urged.
Leaning in closer to Alexander, Sophia lowered her voice, the words almost a seductive whisper. "In exchange for my assistance, you'll solve the hostile takeover and agree to buy 10% of my client's company shares worth several billion."
A flicker of astonishment crossed Alexander's face, followed by a momentary pause. Sophia continued, her voice firm and unwavering. "But here's the catch, Alexander. Once this is over, you must return those shares at the original price."
A mixture of disbelief and anger played across Alexander's features. After a moment, he nodded, reluctantly conceding. "Agreed," he said.
This time, Sophia leaned her head closer to Alexander's. She wasn't finished yet. "Your company won't make a single cent. And you have to sign a contract promising not to touch any of my client's companies in the future."
Alexander couldn't hide his disbelief. "You must be joking, right?" he retorted, but Sophia's unwavering expression made it clear she was serious.
Alexander retorted coldly, "You really know how to think for the customers." Sophia replied, "Considering the interests of the customers is what I should do as a lawyer."
Alexander’s face turned bleak. Unwavering in her demanor but aware from the look on Alexander’s face that if she added any more situpulations he was likely to strangle her right where they stood.
"Do we have a deal, Mr. Stone?" Sophia asked, revealing a fleeting glimpse of her victorious smile.
Alexander's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. But ultimately, he knew he had little choice but to agree. With a curt nod, he replied, "Fine. I'll sign the contract."
Sophia allowed a satisfied smile to grace her lips, knowing she had secured her terms. She stepped back, freeing herself from his grip, and nodded toward the papers in his hand. "Prepare the necessary documents, and we'll proceed accordingly."
Though visibly irritated, Alexander begrudgingly extended his hand once again. As they shook hands, something flickered between them.
"The deal is done," Alexander said.
Sophia's victory smile resurfaced, though she swiftly concealed it. "Indeed, it is," she replied, her voice filled with satisfaction.
With that, they released their handshake, their eyes locked momentarily before they each turned to resume their original separate paths.
Taking a purposeful step away from her ex-husband, Sophia's mind raced, reminding herself that their relationship was purely professional. Once this job was over, she would have no further involvement with him.
"Alex," a female voice called from down the hallway, interrupting their moment. "I've been searching everywhere for you." A tall, alluring brunette in a slinky Balmain off-shoulder dress approached Sophia and Alexander.
Upon reaching Alexander's side, she linked her arm with his and looked judgmentally at Sophia.
"You're missed at your party, Alex. It's time to go back," the woman stated with a noticeable whine in her voice, nudging Alexander away from Sophia.
"Of course," he responded, turning to the brunette. "But first, Emily, I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Sophia Johnson. Ms. Johnson, Emily is the head of the subsidiary involved in our case."
Emily leans her head against Alexander's shoulder and extends her hand but never raises her head from Alxander's shoulder.
Sophia firmly shook Emily's hand and muttered, "Nice to meet you." She turned to Alexander and said, "I believe that's all for tonight, Mr. Stone. I'll be in touch."
Alexander smiled briefly at Sophia and then looked at Emily, his hand resting on the small of her back. He whispered something in her ear and they both laughed.
Sophia's heart raced. A surge of anger coursed through her veins, bringing a new flush to her cheeks.
As if sensing her emotions, a hint of amusement danced in Emily's eyes as she looks over at Sophia, still clutching Alexander’s arm.
So, that's my ex-husband's lover? she thought, her face contorting into a sneer, replacing the fake smile she had worn. Becoming more and more convinced of their relationship, Sophia’s vexation grows. No wonder he would rather agree to such an unreasonable deal, just to use me to save her company. But even through her anger, she realized something about Alexander. It seems that he is not as heartless as the public thinks. It’s just that his emotions are used on specific people.
Sophia's grip tightened around her vintage Chanel bag strap as she muttered under her breath, "Unbelievable."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Alexander asked, visibly shifting so Emily's head no longer rested on him.Sophia took a deep breath, composing herself once more. Emotions had no place in her plans, and she reminded herself of the task at hand."Nothing," Sophia replied calmly. "I think I'll be heading home now.""Really?" Emily chimed in, her voice laced with fake concern. "The party is just getting started.""Umm, Emily," Alexander interjected, "Why don't you go back in? I'll join you in just a moment."Emily glared at Alexander, clearly disgruntled, but obediently turned to leave. Sophia couldn't help but watch as Alexander's eyes followed Emily down the hallway.Once Emily was out of earshot, Alexander turned his attention back to Sophia. "My family and Emily's family have been close friends for many years. She's very ambitious but naive. I brought her into my company after she graduated from the University of Chicago last year. It was a way
As Sophia stepped out of the sleek chrome elevators the following day, she found the usual hum of office gossip conspicuously absent. Instead, the atmosphere was charged with focused productivity. The air reverberated with the clicking of keyboards, the persistent ringing of phones, and the steady whir of the copy machines. Before Sophia could even shut the door to her office, Trevor burst in, loaded with stacks of case files. "Good morning, Trevor," Sophia greeted him with a yawn, the lingering effects of last night's whiskey leaving her slightly foggy. "Good morning, Ms. Johnson," Trevor responded, his voice brimming with eagerness. "All right, I can see you have some important matters. Let's dive right in," Sophia said, sitting at her desk while Trevor settled into a plush wingback chair opposite her. He flashed a reassuring smile and placed the first case file before her. "We have two major cases on our plate. The first is an antitrust investigation involving the Dillon Corpor
Moving away from the polished reception desk, Alexander turns to Laura on the phone again, his deep voice carries a tinge of bewilderment as he asks, "I genuinely cannot fathom what I could have possibly done to make this woman dislike me so intensely." Laura takes a moment to gather her thoughts before responding. "Mr. Stone, I truly don't know why she acts this way or how she truly feels about you. Women are complex, and their emotions can be elusive." "Laura, I'm asking for your perspective as a woman, so enlighten me. Why do you think she's behaving like this?" Alexander inquires, his voice laced with exasperation and a genuine desire to understand. "I appreciate you acknowledging my womanhood, Alexander. Perhaps there's a reason behind her actions that you may not have considered. Sophia is a fiercely independent and driven woman. Maybe she's playing the 'hard-to-get' game, knowing it ruffles your feathers. It could be her way of testing you or eve
Alexander looks at Sophia suspiciously, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he considers her interest in his ex-wife.However, before he can respond, Emily interjects, her voice laced with defensiveness, "How is this any of your business or concern, Ms. Johnson?"Sophia, growing weary of Emily's presence and eager to distance herself from Alexander, lets out an exasperated sigh and turns to leave.But Emily reaches out, lightly grabbing Sophia's arm, and continues."Alexander's ex-wife was a mistake from the start. She has cost him millions of dollars that she in no way deserves. The woman is trash. She is not even worth still having a conversation about."Sophia shrugs off Emily's hand, her eyes narrowing as she locks gazes with Alexander."Could you please call off your attack dog? You clearly have no intention of answering my question, and I have important work to attend to." A smirk plays at the corners of her lips as she delivers her biting remark。 Emily gasps, her voice filled w
Alexander and Emily step off the elevator, returning to Stone Enterprise. As they ride up, Alexander finds himself still pondering his curiosity about Sophia Johnson. Upon reaching their floor, they are greeted by Laura, who stands by the elevator with a stack of papers in her arms. "I have what you asked for, Mr. Stone," Laura says, her voice professional and composed. Alexander nods to Emily, telling her he will speak with her later, and walks alongside Laura toward his office. Once inside, he settles into his chair while Laura sits across from him. "So, tell me, when have Ms. Johnson and I crossed paths during the last five years? There must be some incident or encounter that led to her acting so abhorrently towards me," Alexander asks. Laura hands Alexander a neatly organized spreadsheet showcasing his and Sophia's schedules over the past five years. "As you can see, there is absolutely no overlap between your events and hers during this time. I even went a step further and
Alexander, unable to resist the temptation, approaches Sophia and Evelyn at the café patio. With a half-joking, half-intimidating tone, he addresses them. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the two ladies discussing their disdain for a certain someone," Alexander remarks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Evelyn, wasn't it? I must say, I'm quite intrigued by your strong opinions about this 'egotistical, arrogant, money-hungry man." Evelyn's eyes widen as she recognizes Alexander. She stammers, "Oh... uh... Mr. Stone, I didn't realize it was you. It was all in good fun, you know, just venting with Sophia here." Sophia, maintaining her composure, leans back in her chair and smirks. "You should be flattered, Alexander. I am sure you know that Evelyn's father owns a bank that heavily relies on Stone Enterprises. I'm sure he'd be interested to hear your reaction to his daughter's colorful assessment of men." Alexander chuckles, his gaze alt
"No! This is an emergency. Please," Sophia pleads. She can't bear the weight of the situation, knowing how much she needs to fix it for her best friend. Feeling a twinge of sympathy for Sophia, the receptionist tries to deliver her words as warmly as possible. "I really am sorry, but Mr. Stone has left for some urgent business issues. He's meeting with a client later this evening." Sophia's heart sinks, her hope fading away. She turns to Evelyn, the devastation evident on her face, mirroring the consequence of the situation. "This is entirely my fault, Evelyn. I take complete responsibility for it, and I will fix it," Sophia declares with determination as they make their way back to the elevator. *** Meanwhile, in Alexander's office, Laura finishes up her paperwork. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation between Alexander and the receptionist, and her curiosity gets the better of her. "What's going on?" Laura asks, curious but also concerned. With an unsympathetic look
Before reaching the door, Sophia's determined footsteps come to a halt. With a sense of urgency, she walks back to Steven, who greets her with a curious smile. "One more thing, Mr. Mhyler," she says. Steven leans in attentively. "Of course, go ahead." "It is crucial that you do not mention to Mr. Stone that we met today," Sophia asserts, her eyes locked with Steven's. "And please, do not reveal my true identity to him. I am warning you it would be bad for everyone!" Confused by her request, Steven raises an eyebrow. “Ms. Johnson, you are putting me in a very tricky situation.” Sophia leans closer, her voice almost a whisper, “I realize that Mr. Mhyler, and I am sorry about that; however the best decision you can make is to stay silent.” “But, Ms. Johnson…” Sophia cuts him off, “Steven, it is imperative that this stays between you and me. This is not a request.” Uncomfortable with the demand, but realizing he does not have a choice. Steven relectuanly replies, “Your secret is sa