Because of You. Rochelle Alers

empire and a Park Avenue law firm to work in Harlem. Their clients weren’t remotely close to the well-heeled corporations they’d represented in the past.

      “Talk to me, Wainwright.”

      Jordan smiled for the first time since he’d woken up earlier that morning with a pounding headache. “They’re together as long as they’re students, but after graduation she expected to become Mrs. Robinson Fields. The script is flipped when he tells her that he’s moving on and dating someone else.”

      Pushing back his chair, Jordan stood. “On that note I think I’d better leave.”

      “How long are you going to hang out here?”

      Jordan shrugged broad shoulders. “I don’t know. Why?”

      “Just asking.”

      “If I don’t see you before you leave, then I’ll see you Monday morning.”

      He hadn’t lied to Kyle. He didn’t know how long he would be at the office when it came to researching cases. When he’d worked for Trilling, Carlyle and Browne, he had been second chair with two harassment cases, while workplace harassment at Wainwright Developers hadn’t been an issue. Wyatt Wainwright may have ruled his company with an iron fist, but he’d always generously compensated his employees for their hard work.

      Jordan walked into his office, touching the wall switch and flooding the space with light. Tossing his jacket on a leather chair, he rounded his desk and sat down. His personal secretary had stacked files on a side table for the Monday-morning staff meeting.

      Picking up a remote device, he pressed a button and music flowed from the speakers of a stereo unit concealed behind the doors in the mahogany armoire that matched the desk and tables. The melodious strains of a violin filled the office.

      Jordan switched on his computer, and while waiting for it to boot, his cell phone rang. He answered it without looking at the display. “This is Jordan.”

      “Jordan, Aziza.”