Judging by her level of professionalism, she had to be the absolute worst lawyer on Yelchin Group's payroll.
"If this is all you wanted to discuss, I suggest you get back to your actual job."
Starla had lost whatever little patience she had for this petty drama.
Yvette had arrived with Gabriel. That meant she was here on official business, not to hold a therapy session about Fairfax's feelings.
Seeing Starla's dismissive attitude, Yvette's face darkened.
"You—"
"I have things to do," Starla cut her off. "I don't have the time to sit here and entertain your trivial nonsense."
"You used to love him so much, and now his well-being is 'trivial nonsense'?"
"Did you rely on playing the emotional sympathy card for all your corporate lawsuits at Yelchin Group?" Starla countered.
Yvette gritted her teeth, clearly feeling the sting of the insult. Her expression grew even darker.
Starla checked her watch. "If you aren't going to do your job, then don't. Get out."
When it came to anyone from the Yelchin family—especially someone standing in her living room trying to lecture her about Fairfax—Starla was out of favors to give.
Yvette looked absolutely furious.
But remembering what she actually came here to do, she forced herself to swallow her pride. Taking a deep breath, she pulled a stack of documents from her briefcase.
She slammed them onto the table. "Sign these!"
Her voice shook with suppressed rage. It was obvious she was furious that Starla hadn't given her the chance to negotiate or plead her case for Fairfax.
Starla glanced at the messy pile of papers but didn't move a muscle.
Instead, she smiled coolly at Yvette. "Was this how you presented documents to clients when you worked at Yelchin Group?"
"With an attitude like this, your success rate must have been incredibly low."
"These are the transfer documents for the company," Yvette snapped. "Are you signing them or not?"
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