The price of ambition

[Perverse]

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The courtroom sat stunned, the silence an odd thing after the weeks of rash outbursts from witnesses and attorneys alike.

The tension had grown in the too small closed trial. The Prosecuting Attorney proving she was as intelligent as she was beautiful and ambitious, as step by step she traced out a path of one man controlling and perverting the lives of everyone he drew near to him.

Even his own counsel added to the furor when he publicly and vehemently advised his client to change his plea to guilty.

In the end it seemed the prosecuting attorney had done her job all too well, the evidence she had efficiently and energetically laid out for the judge proving the accused man was indeed guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt.

All expectations led to hearing the verdict and a stiff sentence to follow.

And when the exact opposite occurred?

When the judge threw the case out with the announcement she had irrefutable proof of tampered evidence and perjured statements?

It crushed the almost jubilant atmosphere of the courtroom and it's occupants as they sat quietly and watched the accused walk out a free man.

"No hard feelings Mz. Chandler, I'm certain this won't set back your ambitious plans too far, in fact a little humility becomes you."

The words were spoken softly, yet all heard them clearly, as he met the eyes of the woman who had tried her hardest to put him behind bars for life.

And then he was gone and once again pandemonium broke out in the room behind him.

Outside his relaxed manner changed, his words terse as he dictated the words he wanted on the card attached to the flowers Mz. Chandler would receive the next morning at her home, along with the brazen invite to dinner at the finest restaurant money could afford.

 

[MerciSubmission]

Devon Chandler

- Devon Chandler did not take defeat easily, and she certainly did not take the accusations of the Judge all that well either. Tampered evidence??!!! Perjured testimony???!!!!!!! The words had come as a shock to Devon, the look on her face had to have betrayed that.

But...

The look on His face, was just the opposite. Smug, Assured, downright fucking Cocky. This was HIS doings, HIS work, HIS influence. And Devon Chandler was NOT happy, NOT happy at all.

"No hard feelings Mz. Chandler, I'm certain this won't set back your ambitious plans too far, in fact a little humility becomes you."

She nearly spit at Him, but managed to keep that little tidbit to herself. But, if looks could indeed kill, at that moment, the fire that was shooting from her flickering golden eyes would have struck Him down dead, slicing thru Him, ripping out that wicked tongue of His.

"Bastard" she hissed under her breath, altho loud enough for Him to hear. She would get Him, she would prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the Man was as Guilty as the Serpent that slithered within the Garden of Eden.

As He struts from the courtroom, the onlookers as shocked as she, Devon turned those eyes of hers to the Judge, shaking her head. Had He gotten to the Judge? Could that be done in this day and age? Of course it could, and that was where Devon Chandler would start, investigating that Judge.. that female Judge.

While chaos reigned in the courtroom, with reporters screaming questions and the Defense Attorny holding a press conference, she slipped out the back door, that lead into the bowels of the courthouse. She had no desire right now to face the barrage of questions that would be thrown her way. She knew her boss, the District Attorny, would be calling her soon enough.

She had just gotten into her car, when her cell rang. Sure enough, did she know her boss or what. He wanted to know what the hell happened..

"I don't know Sam" she implored, going over all the evidence as she drove home. "It has to be the Judge, it has to be.. I KNOW that evidence was NOT tampered with... and I trust those witnesses, who.. by the way, are going to need protection. You know He will go after them, for saying what they did in court, for telling the truth."

She was on the phone well into the night with her boss. He wanted to come over, to discuss this personally. She refused, knowing he more than likely had been drinking in his rage and only wanted to fuck. That was the LAST thing she needed.

When she finally hung up with him, it was well after midnight, and she was exhausted. Thank Goodness the press had no clue where she lived, It was a stroke of brilliance that her brother had bought the condo in his name, to allow her the privacy she so desired. Once she got into the office tomorrow, things would be different, she knew that, and had to be prepared... Sometimes Devon hated the fucking press...

The flowers were awaiting her that morning, so very early, and were a complete surprise, and even more so when she read the card... it was from HIM...

"How the fuck????" How did He know where she lived? When she was soo careful to keep that a secret, and just what else did He know about her??? For a moment, a shiver ran down her spine.

Inviting her to dinner, DINNER? A brazen invitation to dinner. At the Plaza Royale Restaurant, only the finest restaurant in the city, 70 floors up, perched atop the tallest office tower.. It was rumored the views from up there were nothing short of... spectacular.

Devon left for work an hour later. The moment she stepped out of her car in the parking lot of the city offices, she was bombarded with questions, pictures, accusations, from the myriad of press that had staked out the area.

"No comment" was her only answer. She did not owe them an answer, well, in reality, she did. She owed the people an answer, especially the witnesses, who already had called in to her boss, terrified, demanding protection.

Devon was going to have a busy morning, and then there was the matter of this little dinner invitation. Perhaps she would take Him up on it, and begin her investigation with a conversation with the Man.. Himself.

There was a number on the card, and when Devon finally made it to her office, some 40 minutes later, she picked up her phone and dialed. She got a voice mail. Her message... "I'll be there"

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Devon Chandler
24 years old
Youngest Assistant District Attorny in the city

She has pale flaxon blonde hair, that falls down her back like a golden waterfall, and golden hued eyes...

She is stunningly beautiful, very intelligent, cautious and wary. Not many friends, work got in the way of that
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As for boyfriends, the DA, Sam, would be the closest thing she had to one as of late, she having slept with the older man on several occassions. She had no desire to anymore.. but telling him that was no easy feat..

She is the daughter of the former District Attory and Mayor, Derrick Chandler. Born onto an influential family, with plenty of money. She attended the finest schools, the best college. She was popular in school, but did not have many what she would consider, friends. School was too important, and took much of her time, just as work did now.

This is Devon Chandler

 

[Perverse]

Daniel Grisham stroked the cool surface of the phone almost lovingly as he listened to the determined tone of the woman.

"I'll be there"


"So will I, Mz Chandler"

In his mind he played back the long, graceful legs of the attorney and how her eyes tried to burn holes in him as he sashayed from the courtroom the previous day. He hadn't missed the hurled epitaph meant for him as well and knew she was going to meet him for a large group of mixed reasons.

Perhaps not the greatest one being a curiosity about the man she tried to convict but a desire to prove to him she wasn't going to be set off the path of setting him behind bars.

"So will I"

The woman had become a dangerous fascination for him, drawing him towards a public he shunned in preference of the shadows he moved much more easily within, but the draw of possessing such an erotic woman offset the risks he faced.

"See to it you keep tabs on her today Beau, The calls she makes and receives, her emails, who she takes meetings with. "

Daniel spoke to a quiet figure in the room.

"And when she comes to the Plaza I want her quietly scanned for any electronics she might be wearing."

The figure nodded and moved from the room, his face and eyes unquestioning as to Daniels reasons, his exit as quiet and unnoticed as his presence in the room had been.

Daniel expected no less. He hired and paid for them. The best of mercenaries, the best of the police force, the best of the politicians that kept the corrupt wheel rolling smoothly. And when he couldn't hire them. As in the case of the determined Mz Chandler, he found other ways of controlling them.

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A few hours later, sitting at the Plaza's bar, he watched the long legs he had pictured earlier flashing from under an expensive and well cut dress, his dinner guest approaching with a pretty face that showed mixed emotions.

"I'm pleased to see you're as punctual with your dinner dates as you are your court appearances Mz. Chandler, and to see you've an excellent taste in a wardrobe as well."

Rising to his feet he greeted her with a compliment and a flashing smile, his green eyes flickering in the muted light off the lounge as he offered his hand.

And she made a point of ignoring as she met his eyes.

"I agreed to meet you here Mr. Grisham, but I'd appreciate a good reason why I should stay, if you'd care to share it with me?"

Smiling he admired the strength of the well-shaped woman standing, looking forward to bending her to his will, and replied.

"Because I'm going to share with you the "how and why" of the judges decision yesterday, but only AFTER we've had our drinks and dinner, now do you care to join me?"