Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan novel Chapter 53

When Gabriella entered, both executives' eyes lit up predatorily. The heavier one, Robert Shaw, stared at her with undisguised interest. "And who might this be?"

Enzo shot Gabriella a contemptuous look as she placed the contracts on the table.

"Mr. Shaw, Mr. Harris, I'm from Sinclair & Klein," Gabriella said professionally, seating herself in a single armchair. "Your current counsel agreement is expiring. As London's top firm, we have expertise across all practice areas - commercial, criminal, and intellectual property law."

"I understand you're dealing with a trademark dispute, Mr. Harris. Our IP team has handled thousands of such cases."

Shaw barely glanced at the contract before tossing it aside, his gaze fixed on Gabriella. "Business can wait. Have a drink with me first. Be friendly."

"Such a waste being just a lawyer," Harris leered. "Work for me instead. Ten thousand a month, no more chasing clients."

"I'm here as a lawyer, not for sale," Gabriella replied coldly.

"Spirited one, aren't you?" Harris grinned, sliding his business card across. "Call me when you tire of working so hard."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw, I don't drink," Gabriella shook her head.

Shaw's smile turned predatory as he set down his glass and rose. "Playing hard to get, are we?"

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist. "Such spirit! You clearly don't understand how business works. Let me teach you the rules!"

He lunged at her, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes.

In one fluid motion, Gabriella stood and twisted both his arms behind his back.

Shaw's smile vanished, replaced by rage. "You little bitch! How dare you touch me?"

Harris jumped up, cursing. "Let's get her together!"

Gabriella kicked them both in vulnerable spots and, as they doubled over, made her escape.

"You'll pay for that!" Shaw roared after her. "Chase her! We'll teach that uppity bitch a lesson she won't forget!"

Enzo was the first to run out.

The two executives followed, shouting threats.

Gabriella fled the private room, not waiting for the elevator but heading straight for the stairs.

Running in heels was difficult, and as she reached the ground floor, she collided with someone.

Gabriella fell into strong arms and was immediately enveloped in a famiGabbyr masculine scent. Looking up, she met Asher's worried eyes.

"Gabby, what's wrong? Why are you running?" he asked, holding her protectively.