Billionaires' Quarter by Sierra Cartwright

Author:Sierra Cartwright
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sierra Cartwright

Shelby grasped her purse strap tighter as she and Trevor walked side by side down the sidewalk toward David’s law offices. Even though she studied Trevor, she couldn’t read his reaction behind his mirrored sunglasses. The only thing she saw was the reflection of her own wide-eyed curiosity.

This morning, they’d awakened early and had hot sex before showering together and dressing and deciding to eat breakfast in New Orleans. Their time together had been relaxed, a continuation of the intimacy from the night before.

On the drive into one of the less affluent parts of the city, he’d asked further questions about the types of cases David accepted. She’d been honest, that he took so many that he couldn’t adequately represent everyone. He had a team of volunteers, but their resources were limited also. “I don’t really know what drives him. But it’s as if he has something he wants—maybe needs—to make up for.”

Without saying a word, Trevor nodded.

There was still part of her that didn’t believe he was doing this. Yet she was thrilled he was doing this…partly for her.

“This is it,” she said, not that he hadn’t noticed the dilapidated overhead sign with its rusted chain. At one time, the lettering had been proud, his name etched next to an image of a pair of balanced scales. Now, the name of his practice was chipped and faded from years of relentless storms and neglect. He had much more important places to spend the small amount of money he brought in.

Trevor reached for the doorknob and had to twist it twice to get it to release.

Still, he said nothing. Betrayed nothing.

Inside, there was a small waiting room with several nearby offices, the windows and doors covered by blinds with broken slats. Overhead fans circulated oppressively hot air. Phones rang in the distance, and several children squabbled at the play area in the far corner.

Trevor removed his aviator glasses and tucked them inside his sport coat. Even though it was the middle of summer, he still dressed professionally. Not so much that he looked out of place, but enough to show respect for what he was doing and how serious he was about it.

“I’ll let David know we’re here.”

Trevor nodded while she pulled out her cell phone.

Instead of taking a seat, he wandered around, looking at the items on the walls. There were a few framed pictures of New Orleans and the Mississippi. Those had been purchased at local thrift stores. But there were other things that mattered to David. His clients’ bill of rights—what each person could expect to receive. A listening ear. To speak with someone who knew the law. Adequate representation or a referral to someone who could provide that. In another frame, there was a note that thanked people for waiting if necessary and promising they, too, would receive the same kind of attention as everyone else. There was also a framed picture that Trevor studied more closely. It was of David receiving a community service award.

Her phone chimed with an incoming message.

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