I crashed and burned before the most important interview of my life…
Yes, literally.
I rammed my crappy Honda into the back of a custom black McLaren, and the sexy bastard who owned it was far from amused.
Especially when I abandoned him at the fiery scene with an “I.O.U.,” twenty dollars, and a pack of glow-in-the-dark condoms as payment. (I’m too broke to afford car insurance.)
I managed to make it to my interview with a few seconds to spare, but the partner I was expecting to meet wasn’t there.
Instead, it was the unforgettable guy I’d just crashed into: Mr. Damien Carter. And his first question–‘Do you know that running away from the scene of an accident is a crime?’–convinced me that I was not getting this job.
Alas, Hamilton & Associates called me back, and I slowly realized that there are far more coincidences between me and my new boss.
Even though this grumpy bastard only utters demands and threats to me…
His firm is a place straight out of The Godfather, nothing like “the good guys on the right side of the law” on the promotional billboards. Its walls hold secrets, the clients are guilty as charged, and Damien Carter is everything wrong with the legal system.
Well, I thought that until we began a hate-love affair like no other, and I discovered his biggest secret of all…
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