Chapter 120 Delia Keith

  Warm sunlight shines through the window into the presidential suite on the fifth floor of the Four Seasons Hotel in Washington, D.C.

  The thirty-nine-year-old Delia Keith, who already had silver hair, had her eyelids trembled a few times as the light hit her, and was finally teased by the sun to wake up from her dream.

  She lazily sat up from the bed, first lowered her head and closed her eyes to think about the experience of last night, then raised her head, and glanced at the young man beside her who was having a good dream and had a muscular body.

  It was a new trainee lawyer provided by my friend.

   This kind of boy with good appearance and good figure, who has just graduated from law school, is shared with each other like a free cowboy by these women who are busy every day and can only solve their physical problems by being called in.

  Last night, this guy, except for his poor skills, was pretty tasty in other respects.

  She stretched out her hand and squeezed the opponent's chest muscles twice, savoring the feeling, and then walked to the bar naked, poured a quarter glass of whiskey and drank it down.

The trainee lawyer also woke up at this time, rubbed his eyes, and then got out of bed just like Delia, wanting to gently hug this woman who is not much younger than his mother from behind, and show himself as much as possible Charm.

   "You have ten minutes to wash and get dressed, and then get out of here." Delia seemed to guess what the other party was going to do, put down her wine glass, and said in a cold voice.

  The man froze for a moment, but he did not dare to step forward to hug each other. He could only spread his hands on the spot: "Why? Ms. Keith? We were very happy last night."

"You said it was last night. I might have been happy the first two times, but I was very unhappy the third time. You have to learn how to last with the cowherd." Delia turned around, leaned on the bar, and looked at The trainee lawyer said blankly:

   "To be a lawyer, if you have too little energy, you can only wait to be eliminated."

   "The one you said would recommend me to join..." the trainee lawyer asked with a depressed face.

"After you go to the Cowherd training class to get your graduation certificate, and your mother verifies your progress again, you will think about it. Now you can go." Delia picked up a cigarette and lit it in her mouth, interrupting the other party's words , said in a very heartless tone.

  The trainee lawyer rolled his eyes, turned and walked towards his messy clothes on the floor. Delia lit a cigarette:

   "By the way, you can learn yoga, which can make your **** more upright, baby, and you will definitely please mommy more."

At this time, there was a quick doorbell ringing outside the door, and the trainee lawyer who was pulling up his pants gave Delia a nervous look, but Delia stood behind the bar with an indifferent face, continuing to pour whiskey for herself, speaking in a nonchalant tone. Patiently urged:

   "Go and open the door. If you want me to teach you this kind of work, you might as well take the cowherd as your main job, because your brain is useless, and you can barely make a living by the **** below."

The trainee lawyer quickly walked over to open the door of the guest room. He was a little embarrassed to see the person outside the door, but he was relieved. Delia's assistant Kane was outside the door. He lowered his head slightly and did not look at the other person. eyes, and whispered hello: "Mr. Kane-Fan."

  However, Kane ignored the rookie's greeting, and directly pushed him away and walked in. When he saw Delia still calmly standing in front of the bar drinking, he breathed out speechlessly:

   "Delia..."

   "You better have something important to do, otherwise you should be able to tell that I'm discussing the malpractice of American justice with a studious junior in law." Delia drank the whiskey in her mouth:

   "Can't you leave a message on my pager, or call the hotel lobby? Do you have to come and see me at six o'clock in the morning?"

  Kane took off his precious watch and threw it to Delia: "It's already 8:40, Delia, your pager is off."

  Delia glanced at the time on the watch, immediately threw away the wine glass and cigarette, cursed Shit, and walked quickly towards the bathroom:

"I shouldn't have agreed to the hotel's suggestion last night to upgrade me to the presidential suite for free. As you can imagine, the noble suite I usually live in is 200 square meters, while the more expensive presidential suite is only 170 square meters. The worst thing is , The time when the sun shines into the room is actually later than that of the Premier Suite, and the Sunlight will shine into the bedroom at six o'clock on time in the Premier Suite."

   "Don't be nervous, I've seen it all." Kane saw that the trainee lawyer's hands were shaking slightly, and comforted him:

"Older female lawyers will be anxious and nervous due to too much pressure, go to have breakfast and calm down, before your thirtieth birthday comes, or you have not made it to the top of the line , There will be many more free part-time nights like this, learn to enjoy it.”

  At this time, Delia came out with a toothbrush in her mouth. While brushing her teeth, she put on the corset with one hand on her body, then walked up to Kane, turned her back to Kane, and motioned for him to help button the button.

At this time, she also finished brushing her teeth, threw the toothbrush on the ground, picked up water to rinse her mouth, glanced at the trainee lawyer who was quietly opening the door, and said to Kane: "That guy is far worse than you, really Miss you when you were young, Kane."

   "If you still want me to help you as an assistant for a few more years, then stop thinking about me." Kane said with a smile.

  At the same time, he helped Delia pass the clothes one by one. Delia asked while putting on the clothes, "What are the arrangements for this morning?"

"Nine o'clock is the regular meeting of partners, and then there is a business that you asked the branch office to make an appointment for you, Actor Company, whose founder is a Stanford University student. You said you were interested in this business, and the other party was very excited. So I personally flew from California to have an interview with you. I made an appointment with them to start at 9 o’clock, but it usually ends at 9:15. It’s not a big problem for you to contact them again. The duration is decided, rest for half an hour, and then meet with Mr. Claus, chairman of the Washington Judicial Forum. At noon, as an external legal counsel of Compaq, have lunch with the leadership team of the other party who flew to Washington. They have some lobbying business in Washington. I hope you can give them some ideas..." Kane started talking about Delia's work schedule today.

   "OK, that's enough. It's enough until noon." Delia quickly put on her lady's uniform, and combed her simple and capable short silver-white hair with ears exposed.

  In the mirror, she has once again become the expressionless, domineering independent woman, the first female partner of Davis Polk in 140 years.

  She nodded in satisfaction, turned around and said to her assistant:

   "Come on, get dressed, it feels good to be a believer in God again."

Kane followed her, walking and said: "Your ex-husband called the office last night, I answered the phone, he asked if you have time, would you like to take a remarriage trip with him, he can book one European Sightseeing Cruise Travel…”

"He thought I didn't remarry him because I was simply obsessed with work? No, I am indeed obsessed with work, but his ability in that aspect also plays a large role in the divorce." Delia stepped on her high heels and walked Walking into the elevator, the elevator door slowly closed, she spoke lightly, there was no joke in her tone, only the calmness and indifference that belonged to a lawyer talking about work:

   "Tell me about Actor, and remind me why it appeals to me."

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