Enemies with benefits lavender fields11/7/2023 ![]() "My day was good, the case that I'm handling looks like it'll go in my client's favour. He eventually took a bite of the chicken souvlaki and -like all things Stavros had told him to try- it was delicious. Pushing it from edge to edge then internally berating himself for acting like a child for playing with his food. Steven played with the food on his plate. "How has your day been?" Asked Stavros as he poked his fork into a square of fried cheese. He supposed he might come to like Greek food. He liked what he knew and knew what he liked. He didn't go to Indian restaurants, or anything oriental, he didn't eat Mexican or Thai food, or the food of any other nationality in that case. Greek cuisine wasn't so monstrously different that he refused to even try anything. He went to all these expensive restaurants and ordered widely the same meals every time and would be dissatisfied if they differed even slightly from what he expected them to be like. This whole experience made him realise how limited his palate was. He offered a plate of it to Steven who stared at with apprehension, as he had with every other dish Stavros had offered him. He couldn't stand mess."Have you ever tried chicken souvlaki?" Like every other dish Stavros had offered to Steven, Steven shook his head and admitted his ignorance of such things. "What can I do for you two?" He maintained his professionalism, already planning on cleaning the glass as soon as Colby stopped touching it. On the other, what were his strange in laws doing here? On the one hand, Steven was glad it wasn't his ex wife. She ran her finger along some of the book spines. "Look at the view." Colby commented, immediately placing his grubby hand against the clean glass. The mother and son duo shuffled into the office, uming and awing about the office. "Colby, Jemma, what a surprise." And he meant it. Two heads poked round, one stacked on the other. He straightened his back and tensed, ready to call security to get his ex wife and whoever she'd brought with him out of his office. He had a feeling that she just used this line on all her ex lovers and see which ones were stupid enough to believe it. Sue for what? She had nothing against him and he knew that because he was a lawyer, which she always seemed to forget. well, actually they spoke last month when she demanded money or she'd sue. "His mother? Send them in." There was no way his ex wife was here. Something about being married to your son. "Um," he sounded nervous, "they insist on seeing you. "Mr Dickinson," spoke his secretary, "there are two visitors here for you." Steven let it ring three times before picking it up. Okay Ezra, he got it, he knew what he did. He made the mistake Ezra was waiting for and proved that he was still as bad as he was before. That was the stupidest thing that made Steven want to bang his head against the desk. What had he done? Yes, the money thing, but even before that, Ezra was agitated as if waiting for Steven to mess up. The entire dinner he had felt Ezra be so angry at him. ![]() His fingers kept hovering over the keys, but every time the words came to him, he saw Ezra's face again. Things weren't looking good and the local authority had yet to offer a plea deal of any sort, so he had to wait to see how far he should take things. He contemplated what to do with his client. He kept the file that detailed his current case on his left, readily available for inspection. It was lined up perfectly with the name plate on his desk: Steven A. Pens placed in a holder in the right corner apart from one fountain pen that was the only gift he'd ever received from his own father. His desk was as well organised as everything else. It took him many hours to achieve, but achieve it he did. ![]() Organised alphabetically and chronologically. The file cabinets were lined up behind them. The mahogany desk that he currently worked at was close to the opposite wall. The far wall was a bookshelf that only displayed leather bound books with gold engraved letters, each book related to law or something intellectual sounding that impressed either his clients or co workers who bothered to investigate. It was minimalist in decoration which allowed the large floor space of the office to be in full display. The office was clean, precise, organised, as all things should be. The office was high up in the office building, the entire left wall was made of glass that showed the skyline of the city. Steven sat in his office, typing on his computer even whilst his brain lingered on other issues.
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