Chapter 139

• Monday morning rolls around faster than you can say ‘doggy style.’ Fuck, I need to get laid. It’s exactly eight-thirty, and I have everything prepared for our meeting. Coffee is brewed, and an assortment of breakfast pastries is centered on the large meeting table. The projector is ready as Nikki is going to present an update on a case
• the firm has been tangled in. At eight fifty on the dot, Emma walks in.
• “Hey, chica, what’s happening?”