Chapter 123 Seeking Justice
Rachel let out a quiet breath, the knot in her chest loosening “Thank you, Eric. But what I need most right now is an apology.”
Eric’s expression hardened with resolve. “Consider it taken care of Let’s go.”
Together, they stepped into the elevator. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, but Rachel found a sense of calm in Eric’s steady presence. When the doors slid open to the company lobby, the security guards who had escorted them out immediately noticed them. Without missing a beat, they began to approach, poised to escort them out.
But Eric was unfazed. His voice, calm yet authoritative, rang out. “I’m a lawyer. Do you truly want to make this more difficult?”
The guards faltered, exchanging glances laced with hesitation. Their once–confident postures now seemed uncertain, as if unsure of how to proceed in the face of someone prepared to fight back
When that arrogant interviewer Nigel Welch learned of their return, his anger flared, and he stormed out to confront them. His voice was dripping with venom as he spat, “You’ve got some nerve coming back here. Wasn’t being thrown out once enough for you?”
But halfway through his tirade, his gaze fell on Eric. The disdain on his face deepened as he sneered. “So now you’ve brought a man to back you up? Think you can intimidate me? I don’t care how many of you there are. Bring ten or twenty, and I’ll still take you down. But if you know what’s good for you, you’ll turn around and
leave.”
Convinced that his dominance was unquestionable, he pivoted to leave, assuming they’d scurry away in fear. But before he could take another step, a blur of movement flashed past him, so swift it was almost imperceptible.
In an instant, Eric had seized the back of Nigel’s shirt, his grip firm and unyielding, Eric’s towering and unshakable presence left no room for defiance. His piercing gaze locked onto Nigel’s, cutting through his
bravado like a knife.
*Let go of me!” Nigel snapped, his voice now betraying a hint of fear.
Eric’s expression remained a mask of quiet intensity, unperturbed by the outburst. As Nigel continued to shout threats, Eric’s lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, his hand loosening just enough to release the grip on his shirt. With deliberate calm, he straightened his jacket, his demeanor one of controlled power.
Nigel, now visibly rattled, swallowed hard. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice unsteady as he faced Eric.
“Nothing much, just a conversation, Eric answered, his movements languid as he brushed the dust from Nigel’s jacket with measured slowness, the gesture deliberate nonchalance.
Nigel’s discomfort deepened, his irritation simmering beneath the surface as he struggled to maintain control
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“Exactly,” Sabrina said, her gaze lowering slightly, filled with resolve yet tinged with worry. “But their legal team is formidable. I recently got my law license, still building my experience. Alone, I can’t take them down.”
Eric studied Sabrina with a newfound curiosity, his voice calm but probing. “You haven’t graduated yet?”
Sabrina nodded, offering a small, tentative smile. “Almost there. I’m interning for now.”
Natalia, already furious, shifted her focus to Eric, her voice tinged with urgency. “Are you planning to take
action or not?”
Eric, undeterred by the pressure, responded with measured resolve. “Jeffrey’s case will be dealt with; don’t
worry about that.”
But Natalia was not about to let the matter slip so easily. “I’m aware of that, but what about the other women? The five pregnant employees? You can’t just ignore them.”
Eric’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he leaned back, his eyes flashing with a hint of mischief. “I don’t come cheap, Miss Carpenter. Are you sure you’re willing to cover my legal fees?”
Unfazed, Natalia folded her arms, her gaze sharp. “All you care about is money, huh? You’re more materialistic than I thought. Fine. It’s just money. I’ll have my dad wire you whatever it takes. But you will make sure those
women get justice.”
Eric’s expression softened slightly, a rare glimmer of approval in his eyes. “Alright, it’s a deal.”
Sabrina glanced at Eric, her unease evident. “Are you handling this on your own?”
“I have an assistant,” Eric replied, his tone steady, though his eyes hinted at a growing tension.
Sabrina’s concern lingered, her voice faltering. “But their team has seven lawyers. Can you truly take them all
on?”
Eric’s eyes hardened ever so slightly, his patience tested. “Are you questioning my capabilities?”
“No! I…” Sabrina stammered, but before she could finish, the door to the meeting room swung open, and five
sharply dressed individuals entered. Their confident strides filled the room with a heavy, almost oppressive
presence.
The leader of the group, a man whose posture oozed superiority, scanned the room with a condescending glance. “Which one of you is the lawyer?”
Without hesitation, Eric stood tall, his voice cutting through the tension. “I am.”
The leader chuckled, a cold, dismissive sound that seemed to fill the air. One of the others sneered, clearly
unimpressed, while the rest took their seats with an air of casual dominance.
One of them leaned forward, smirking. “I understand you want Nigel Welsh to apologize?”
“Yes,” Eric replied, his tone devoid of hesitation, his words concise yet charged with intent.
A ripple of laughter passed through the group, the sound laced with mockery. The leader’s gaze sharpened, and with a subtle tilt of his head, he said, “Very well. Let’s see if you can back up your demands.”
Eric remained silent, his lips curving into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. He retrieved a sleek business card from his pocket and handed it to Natalia with a measured calm. “Deliver this to them.”
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At first, the attorneys exchanged uncertain glances, reluctant to accept the card. But as the bold and unmistakable name Eric Riley caught their eyes, one of them reluctantly reached out to take it. With a sense of reluctant acknowledgment, he passed it to the leader, whose face instantly transformed from disdain to
apprehension.
Upon seeing the card, the lead lawyer’s expression faltered. A visible tremor passed through him. “It’s… the lawyer Riley,” he muttered, the realization settling over him like a heavy weight. His tone shifted, laced with unspoken fear. “We… we didn’t recognize you earlier. Please accept our apologies for the misunderstanding”
Eric’s gaze remained unyielding, his voice as sharp as it was unbothered. “I’ll ask again; will you apologize now, or should I begin formal proceedings?”
The leader, now visibly rattled, rushed to correct himself. His posture stiffened, and he quickly turned to his colleagues, signaling them to act. “Please, give us a moment. We’ll arrange the apology right away. We’ll bring Nigel down to address this immediately!”
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