blueteamnovel Chapter 80 I don't hire lawyers—I send them
Chapter 80 I don't hire lawyers—I send them
Parker sat bolt upright, nearly knocking Ere off his lap.
"Holy shit."
No more red tape. No more worrying about the IRS breathing down his neck. No more worries of feds lurking whenever he dropped insane billions.
The thought made him want to laugh. Hello, CIA, FBI—catch me now, suckers.
Ere blinked up at him, unimpressed. This idiot's really celebrating being able to commit financial crimes.
"Don't judge me," Parker grinned, standing up and scooping her into his arms. "You'd flex too if you were this loaded."
She just yawned dramatically.
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By the time Parker arrived downstairs, the exclusive dining section was already set up—dim lights, soft music, the kind of place where rich people whispered instead of talked and the wine cost more than some people's mortgages.
Ava Klein was already there, perched in a high-backed chair with her phone face-down and a glass of sparkling water in front of her. She caught sight of him—and then Ere—and did a double take.
"...A cat?"
Parker smirked, sliding into the seat across from her while still cradling Ere. "Not just a cat. Her name's Ere. And yes, she's coming to dinner."
Ava blinked. "You're bringing your pet to a business dinner?"
Ere, as if on cue, meowed loudly in her direction.
Parker deadpanned. "Ere says you're being rude."
Ava pinched the bridge of her nose. "Of course she talks now too."
The waiter approached before Ava could interrogate further, dropping menus as he threw cautious glances at Ere, who was now perched on the table near Parker.
Parker ignored it, leaning back as the waiter scurried away.
Ava gave him a long, assessing stare. "You seriously bought out this entire section around us for privacy? Seems... excessive." Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire
Parker just shrugged. "I like my space." Then, more serious, "Plus, we've got things to wrap up. I'm leaving for LA after this. Let's make it quick."
Ava exhaled sharply, setting her fork down. "Legally speaking? Sure. But law firms operate under different rules. Heavily regulated. Ownership often requires a licensed attorney as a majority stakeholder. You'd need someone like me—or a board of licensed lawyers—to hold controlling interest. Plus, firms build reputations over years. It's not just about money; it's credibility, legal standing, and a damn ton of paperwork."
Parker didn't flinch. Just nodded, considering it while Ere blinked up at Ava like she was the one being tested.
"So...what if I do have you as my partner?" His tone was too calm. Calculated. "You run it. My name doesn't have to be public. Call it...I dunno, 'Klein & Associates.' I just want full control without the headache of, you know, actually being a lawyer."
Ava opened her mouth. Closed it. She was this close to calling him crazy. The kid was a billionaire—clearly. But now he wanted to own an entire damn firm? And he'd only known her for...what, hours?
"Parker," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, "why do you want a law firm? You already have my team. We're handling your real estate. What are you planning here?"
Parker leaned back, cutting another piece of steak. "Simple. I don't like asking people for help. If I own the whole firm, you answer only to me. No middlemen. No bullshit. If someone tries to sue me or pull some shady crap? I don't hire lawyers—I send them."
Silence.
Ava studied him, her salad long forgotten. The kid wasn't just rich—he was thinking rich. And the scary part? He wasn't wrong.
"Okay," she finally said, exhaling. "It can be done. But it'll take time. Vetting. Trust. And if I do this...you're not gonna micromanage every damn decision, are you?"
Parker smirked. "Please. I can barely think of myself sitting through those meetings without falling asleep. You're the boss to the public, I just give orders."
Ava shook her head, half laughing, half horrified. "You're insane."
"And you're underpaid."
A beat of silence.
Parker reached into his jacket, pulled out his phone, and—without a word—tapped the screen.
Ava's phone buzzed. She pulled it out, eyes widening. "Two million dollars?"
He winked. "Consider it a retention bonus. Stick around long enough, you might get more."
Ava just stared at him, like he'd just offered her the moon with a side of caviar.
"You're impossible," she muttered, shoving the phone back in her purse.
Ere blinked. Third-wheeling hard.
Parker grinned. "I know."