“Have a seat,” George commanded. It was not a request.
Daniel did as he was told, even before he could process why. He was in his own home. No one should tell him to sit…right? “Can I ask what this is about?”
George took a seat on the chair opposite him and placed his folded hands on his knees as he leaned forward. “I want to discuss your client.”
Knowing George’s type, he exhaled slowly. No doubt he was not denied often. “I can’t speak about my client’s case, I’m sorry.” He sat back, waiting for the tongue lashing.
“But you can fuck your clients?” An amused smile took George’s lips.
Daniel’s mouth dropped open. “He told you?”
“No, but you just did.” His smile spread, taking over his whole face.
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