Stuart Woods’ Smolder

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“Right on time,” Herb Fisher said.

One of the Woodman & Weld associates carried an ice bucket with a bottle of Dom Pérignon into Herb’s office, followed by another associate holding four champagne flutes.

“I take it you were confident about the outcome,” Stone Barrington said. He was a partner at the law firm, and was standing with Herb in front of Herb’s desk.

“Weren’t you?”

“You’ve haven’t failed me yet.”

That afternoon, they’d won a suit for a client to the tune of thirty-two million dollars. Stone had asked Herb to handle the trial and his friend had done a masterful job.

After toasts were made and congratulations shared, the two associates returned to their desks, leaving Stone and Herb alone.

“Did you notice the way Winston Petry looked at you after the verdict?” Herb asked.

“It was hard to miss.”

“For a second there, I thought he was going to charge across the courtroom and attack you.”

“I wouldn’t have been surprised. Petry and I have a history.”

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