**This is an Interracial possible pregnancy romance. If this is not your thing, then pass on this story.
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Sandra woke up to her alarm feeling ready to take on the world. It was still early and her morning exercise bike routine was calling her. It was the only time of the day that she could spare just for herself before the rigors of work beat her energy to a pulp. With her ear buds in and music playing, she zoned out, not thinking about anything while peddling the bike to nowhere as fast as she could.
It was only forty minutes, but it was enough to get her heart pumping and feeling alive. The sweat that poured off her body was proof that her hard work kept her figure tip top without pills or a surgeon's knife. Even though she was only twenty seven, she did not want to fall into the routine her friends did; letting their bodies go while accepting the traditional female roles of society. She knew there was still enough time to be a wife and a mother, just not yet.
As she was showering and getting ready for work her mind ran though what she was going to wear for the day. It was a big day as she was assigned a new case that could come with a big bonus if it was settled or a bigger one later on if it went to court. It was one of the benefits of working as a paralegal for McGwin, McGuire and Price that everyone working on the case got to reap the rewards.
Sandra did a quick check of her dark black hair, making sure it was straight and down to her shoulders while highlighting her light brown skin with some makeup. It was nothing flashy but a subtle look as she then reached for her thin black bra, covering up her breasts and making sure they were not visible though her blouse. With a medium length skirt over her light pantyhose, she was ready to head to work and see what the next few months had in store for her.
Looking herself over, she ran her fingers down her skirt making sure there were no wrinkles or tears in her stockings. She then gave her chest a quick glance making sure that her cleavage was not exposed as her bra held her large but not obnoxious breasts. She then rechecked her eye liner and smiled to make sure that no lip stick was on her teeth.
McGwin, McGuire and Price was the most well known and established firm in the city. It was also known for being particular about formality. Both male and female employees dressed conservatively and were expected to behave in such a manner as well. People addressed each other by their formal names with no exception and social media was monitored too.
With all of the downsides, the main upside was the money and lots of it. The firm was considered the most high profile firm and some lawyers would settle just knowing they would have to go against the firm. The feeling of working for such a firm was rewarding and spending money on clothes and shoes was a business expense for her.
She pulled into work in her company BMW, parking in her assigned spot right next to the junior partners of the firm. McGwin, McGuire and Price also had the best perks when it came to company cars for staff. From a company car to an expense account, she felt at home with them even though she was only with them three years. It wasn't even a contest to what other firms were paying as she knew she was the highest paid paralegal in the city.
With all the great pay and perks of the job, it was all consuming at times. She sat at her desk waiting for the call to go into the conference room for the meeting today. The only thing she did know was that she would be working with William Price on his new case and it was a big case for the firm. William's father was Don Price, a senior partner and it was him that personally selected her to work with his son on this case. She knew it was an honor to be hand picked for the case as it meant a lot of money for the firm.
The phone rang and she walked to the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she made her way into the meeting. She was the only female paralegal in the firm and the only one of color in the building. Although she knew they offered jobs to a few more but it was turned down when they heard about the overly formal atmosphere. The firm did not care about race and prided themselves on merit as she knew from her own high salary. Now as she sat she knew that the firm wanted a return on what it paid her and this case was her new baby.
She looked at William Price. He was the youngest man in the room, about thirty four she guessed, and every woman in the firm knew that he was the best looking, too. He was over six feet tall and had dark brown hair and striking blue eyes. Although he was wearing a suit, it was still obvious that he spent time in the gym.
From the other secretaries and other office staff she knew he was a track star in college and the only son of Don Price. He was the heir apparent to the company and everyone knew that he earned his spot too. He brought in the highest paying clients and now she felt she was in the inner circle for the firm working on a case with him.
William explained the case to his father and the two other senior partners. He was enthusiastic as he explained how he had signed up the son of a former engineer from Ford. The son said that the engine design and the idea for three of their cars came from his father. William then showed the documents he had which clearly outlined theft by the Ford Motor Company. The only problem was proving it and gathering more evidence.
Sandra was writing her notes and looked over to see the senior partners were not overly thrilled about the case. She knew it was a shot in the dark and assumed the partners did too. The payoff would be tremendous though and she figured that was why William wanted to take on the case. William's father conferred with the two other senior partners and then turned to William.
She listened about how he had six months to gather enough evidence and then present his findings again to see if the firm wanted to move forward with he case. If they didn't like what he had they would not pursue the case any further. William nodded his head in agreement.
Don looked at Sandra and then at his son. "You can have Ms. Cassidy for six months before I need her on another big case."
She walked out with William and followed him to his office. Once inside his large office he pulled out a chair for her and then jumped into his chair with his phone already out. She did not even say a word but listened to him talk. He outlined his plan to her and then explained how he jumped the gun not telling the senior partners he had already filed for discovery.
Sandra knew he played with fire but didn't get burned. What she did hear was that she and him would be digging through papers for a long time to find more evidence of what they needed. Hard work was nothing new and she was ready to take on this project with him. The worst it would be was six months sorting papers.
William led her to the basement where he said the discovery files would be. It was a place she knew was for long term storage only and had only heard of it as it was only used for files older than a decade. The firm employed a cleaning crew and she knew that they didn't even use the basement for anything either. It was a place she just assumed was used to put things that could be forgotten.
The stairs to the basement showed off the age of the building as the wood floors creaked. The dusty basement had a moldy smell that was either from the age of the building or the lack of air circulation. William said that the files were put down here last week and he had it done over the weekend as to not alert people. When he said it took two days and a crew of workers she assumed he was exaggerating. That ended when he turned on the light to reveal to her horror that he wasn't exaggerating.
The basement was an immense room and it was stacked high with file boxes. The ten foot high ceilings had boxes stacked right up to the top. The sides of the basement were stacked high with old furniture and old antiquated equipment that she knew had not been used in well over thirty years. The firm was founded fifty years ago and some of the stuff in the basement was just that old.
"Ohhh, God," she exhaled knowing that the discovery files had to be about a hundred boxes.
He then turned to her. "I know. They are trying to drown us and make us go away."
"Mr. Price, it's going to take months just to go through half of this," she said, knowing that there was no way that he was going to get what he needed in only six months.
