Chapter 8

“Good evening Miss Byrce, I’m Branson Clark.”

Emily took a step back while scanning the stranger before her with great alarm.

He noticed her uneasiness right away and offered a slight smile.

“I’m sorry for just barging on you. Like I said, I’m Brason Clark and I’m a lawyer.”

He pulled out his business card and ID, stretching to her for confirmation.

Emily’s eyes scanned both cards, yet it did little to settle the uneasiness or questions in her mind.

“I represent the man who was involved in your accident.”

Before she could muster up a reaction, he quickly added.

“Can we sit and discuss? There’s a coffee shop round the corner.”

The way he spoke and gazed at her made her feel he expected her to not object.

Emily took in the short man again. His confident gaze, well-tailored suit and expensive Rolex gave away his high-end lawyer identity.

A part of her wanted to walk away but the curious cat in her won the battle.

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