This was my first Law Society dinner since I was hired by Beauchamp and Partners as an articled clerk and I was a little in awe of the people there. It was held in the ballroom of the most prestigious hotel in town. There was so much power concentrated in this room, so many men and women who, with a glance or a raised eyebrow could make or break a person's future.
I sat at a table with several junior clerks and paralegals far removed from the official table. The important guys were at a table in the front row close to the official table and the lectern that was being used by the speakers. The girls were all frocked up, I had a little black number designed to attract attention, cut low enough to expose my unsupported boobs and short enough to reveal much of my other assets, my black stocking clad legs. The guys at our table were all wearing rented tux's and looked the part of young lawyers on the rise up the legal ladder.
I took a second sip of my chardonnay and glanced around the room just as a man walked into the room and took his seat at the main table. "Oh my God!" I grabbed Stephanie on the arm so tightly that she flinched, "Who is he?"
"He, who?"
"That guy that just sat at the main table is who."
"Oh, him. That's the famous Mitchell Gray, only the top corporate lawyer in the whole country. What he doesn't know about company law isn't worth knowing. He's the go to guy for all things corporate. Some even say that there's a total eclipse of the sun when he puts his jocks on in the morning. It is said that if a company wants to wriggle out of some shady deal they call on his services."
"I don't care about that stuff, I want to know about the important things like is he married and if not does he have a girl-friend and if it's 'no' to those is he gay?"
"He is not married and I don't think he has a girl-friend but I do know that he's definitely not gay."
"Have you ever seen anyone so gorgeous in your entire life?" I was losing control here, I just simply had to meet this man.
"Down girl. He's way out of your league and what makes you think that he'd even be the slightest bit interested in an articled clerk. To attract his attention you'd have to be at the very least a solicitor."
"A girl can dream can't she? What I do know is that I'm wet and I'll have to go to the little girls' room to clean up." I got up and Stephanie followed. I caught him glancing in my direction as we left the room. As I sat in the cubicle attempting to stem the flow from my pussy the door opened and another couple of women came in.
"I see that Mitchell's been hired to defend in that insider trading trial. The guy's home free."
"I don't know so much, the word has it that he was caught cold and the prosecution has a huge pile of evidence against him."
"Be that as it may, Mitchell's on the case."
My heart skipped a beat, I knew something of the case that they were talking about and, although there was an overwhelming amount of evidence against him, the file that I read suggested that much of it was circumstantial. I also knew the man on trial and I had come to the conclusion that he was as straight as a stock broker could be. Maybe this was my chance.
As Stephanie and I left the restroom area I bumped into a man coming in. "Oops, sorry." I looked straight into his eyes.
"Don't be, it was my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going." His eyes smiled at me and I almost lost what little resolve I had.
"I know that this is forward of me, but could you spare me a few minutes of your valuable time, I have some information that may be of use to you."
The smile left his eyes to be replaced by a puzzled expression, was this for real or just a come-on? He decided that it must be for real. "Wait here while I answer the call of nature."
"Yes Sir."
"I hope that you know what you're doing, you can't just front up to someone like Mitchell Gray with a line like that."
"I have, and it's not a line, I'm serious."
Mitchell came out of the restroom. "Now what do you want to tell me?"
"I have information that proves your client to be totally innocent of insider trading."
"Come with me." He led me into a tiny room off the main room. "Tell me more."
"My cousin works for your client and has told me that he did not have inside information about the take-over of the company that he bought shares in before the announcement was made and the share prices went up through the roof."
"And he can prove all of this?"
"Yes. You see, what happened is that he had a call from a bond salesman who asked him if he was prepared to sell the shares that he held in this company. This made him curious because the stocks had not traded for years because it was common knowledge that the founder of this hardware chain was never going to sell, so why the sudden interest? His curiosity piqued, he did some investigating and discovered that the man's son had forced a competency test and had him declared incompetent to run the company, thereby gaining control. What he also found out that the son had made several trips to China over the last six months where he had been in discussions with executives from a large company that was looking to expand into our market. He asked his broker to buy up all shares not owned by the family, hoping to make a huge fortune when the take-over was announced."
"It didn't take long to track down the other shareholders and offer to buy their shares at a slightly higher price than the son was offering, and in most cases he got in before the other trader. When the son heard what had happened he made all sorts of threats against my cousin's boss, including that he would destroy his reputation as a trader and that he would meet an untimely and very painful end. The recording of the phone conversations between your client and the bond trader that should support his story have been edited to implicate your client. A competent computer analysis of the tape will reveal that. Your client thought that his copy had been stolen when he couldn't find it, but my cousin has it and it supports your client's side of the story."
"That's very interesting. What are you doing after this show?"
"I had nothing planned, why?"
"You came here wearing that dress and you tell me that you didn't plan to attract the attention of some unsuspecting male?"
"Now that you mention it, I had thought of something like that."
"Come with me and we'll discuss this matter in greater detail back at my place, or, if that makes you feel uncomfortable, your place."
My mind went back to the dresses that I had tried on and discarded as unsuitable for the occasion that I had intended to hang up in the morning and decided that his place would be better. "My place is a shambles right now so it looks like your place wins."
"What makes you think my place isn't a shambles too?"
"Is it?"
"No, actually it's not. As soon as I can get away from the boredom of the top table I'll come over and get you, that'll give your friends something to talk about." He bent over and gave me a peck on the cheek that got me gushing again but I wasn't going to let that bother me any more.
I sat next to Stephanie's puzzled expression. "Well?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit! Darcy Nelson you are the worst liar that I have ever met. You don't expect me to believe that you engineered that meeting and talked to him for, like hours, and nothing came of it, Fess up girl, I want all the details."
"Nothing to tell."
She eventually gave up and turned her attention to one of the men at our table who, if I hadn't now had other plans, I would have chosen for myself. I left her to her devises and kept a close eye on Mitchell. I watched as he slowly extricated himself from the table and made his way towards my table, the eyes of many women following his path, a mixture of curiosity and jealousy on their faces. He stood behind my chair and bent over to whisper in my ear, "Ready Darcy?" As I stood he pulled the chair from under me and I turned to face him, my most seductive smile directed only at him. He returned the smile, aware that I was hoping to gain as much mileage from this as I could.
As I grabbed my purse and walked towards the door I felt his hand at my waist and heard Stephanie's whisper, "Bitch! Nothing happened, huh! Just wait till I see you again."
We left the hotel and the valet guy went to fetch his car. I was impressed when it pulled up next to us, brand new and gleaming, but somehow it didn't sound like any Jaguar that I had heard before and, because my father had been in the Jaguar Car Club, I had heard a few over the years. So this was one of the new XF diesels. The valet guy held the door open for me and copped a healthy glimpse of leg as I slid inside. He blushed when he saw that Mitchell was watching him and hurriedly closed the door and went to serve another customer.
"You've made an impression tonight, you realize that don't you?"
"No more than you, my friend Stephanie was just about ready to kill me when you came over to our table." He eased into the traffic and headed towards the coast, the car sliding easily along the road. Mitchell seemed at ease in this environment and his relaxed driving style had me losing the tension that had been building up ever since he suggested that I accompany him home.
We pulled into the car park of one of the newish and very luxurious beachfront apartment buildings. In the lift on the way to the penthouse he turned to me, "You know, if you hadn't bumped into me when you did I would have had to engineer a way to meet you, you saved me the bother, you were clearly the most beautiful woman there."
"You're kidding me, right?"
