The Traps of Black Swan

Aarvi didn't comment after Dax as she would have said something similar to Mr. Palmer. Hearing Palmer deciding everything for her and her husband, Aarvi couldn't read this old man at all. Sometimes she felt him as a good man but had an exaggerated way of dealing with things. And sometimes, she wanted to flip the table on him. He was outrageous.

'No big deal?' Aarvi nodded at Palmer. "Sure, Mr. Palmer. A hospital in a big city or small island, they are the same for a doctor."

Dax turned to Aarvi without understanding why she was agreeing with the old man. Even though he believed in her, if he was in the place of Aaron, he would have definitely misunderstood her. He didn't comment and waited to know what she was up to.

Palmer's assistant was surprised. Aarvi playing on somebody's terms, it was hard to believe. Palmer was nodding in satisfaction and the rest were in shock.

Aarvi pretended to be recalled something, "Mr. Palmer, pardon me for my interference in your personal life, you don't have children or close relatives. What are you planning with the money? A new business venture?"

Dax shook his head realizing why she was so calm and accepted Palmer's request.

Palmer's face changed. He hates anybody trying to peep into his personal life, "It's none of business." He controlled his voice.

Aarvi leaned back in her seat. "Exactly, Mr. Palmer. That's none of my business."

Palmer's assistant: "..."

Aarvi stood up, "My and My husband's life is priceless than your money. Not only did you try to control my life, but you also took the liberty to decide for my husband. I gave that right to none but my husband." Her voice clearly delivered that she was pissed off with Palmer's behavior.

She walked towards the door as she mentioned, "If you are still interested, attend the lunch. If not, the car is ready to escort you to the airport." She was a firecracker over there.

Dax snickered and followed her out. His secretary signaled the Skylar team to move towards the private dining room. 

Palmer's assistant could guess his boss was feeling bitter to his bones. "How audacious!!" Palmer murmured.

The assistant watched Palmer in deep thoughts for a long time before Palmer stood up. "I am famished."

The Assistant: "..."

He silently followed Palmer to the private room where everyone was ordering food, leaving two seats to them. They added two more dishes and noticed the employees were chuckling, looking at them.

"What's so funny?" The old man asked.

An employee looked at Aarvi who was very busy in a call on her mobile and was cool about the situation, "Mr. Palmer, President Evans guessed that you two will come and have lunch. Whereas we expected you to leave."

Palmer's eyes shifted to Aarvi who was serious and also curious. She said something in a very low voice like whispering before she put her mobile down. 

"Don't you know how to negotiate?"

Aarvi knew she rejected most of the personal requirements of Palmer. It wasn't her intention, Palmer was outrageous with his requests. "Mr. Palmer, I was thinking… Although you are selling your private villa with the resort, it will be reserved for you. Your living expenses in the villa will be on the house unless you are not overboard."

Everyone saw Palmer smile for the first time in two days. The wrinkles on his face deepened and the crow feet were prominent at the corner of his eyes. 

Dax lifted his eyebrow at Aarvi. The latter whispered, "Mr. Palmer married his wife in front of that villa and honeymooned in the villa." She had seen the pictures.

Dax: "..."

"Aarvi Evans, you know how to please." The old man laughed, putting away his grumpiness.

The employees admired their President while she was thinking of James Crawford who reached her parents' villa.

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In the morning,

As scheduled, James Crawford and his assistant reached the police station. As soon as the media caught sight of him, everyone knew he was Leon's lawyer. The media who were singing the victory of Aarvi Evans who had every evidence started to discuss how Leon was going to win with the help of James Crawford. 

Although they didn't say Aarvi would lose, the discussion and headlines meant Leon would win. In any case only one could win, if he wins, Aarvi has to lose. So the talk experts, attention grabbers started to guess the backstory that could make Aarvi lose.

James Crawford didn't receive any special treatment when he entered inside. He watched the officers' expressions. He could feel the despise in the air. He also heard a few comments, "The old man must have turned senile to take Leon Harmon's case."

"Do you think he earns millions for proving a criminal to an innocent?"

"Millions? I wouldn't be shocked if it's billions." A cop scoffed.

"I am rooting for his failure…" And so on.

James knew he should make it big as the cops could turn around the situation and ban him from. He sat in front of a… Young man? James was expecting the chief to be an old man.

He focused on his work, "I am James Crawford, from country X. I am the lawyer of Leon Harmon. I would like to get a copy of Aarvi Evans's statement and permission to speak with my client."

The officer placed a copy of the statement. James's eyebrow crooked looking at three papers, handwritten beautifully. He checked the signature and discerned that Aarvi wrote it personally, finding the match. Of course, he was shocked to see a president of a company having so much time to write it on her own. Then he looked at the cop, and they were prepared for his arrival.

"Thank you." James stood up. He and his assistant were escorted towards the cell where Leon spent the night.

His assistant pointed, "Sir, why are these people hostile towards us?"

Well, they knew nothing about Leon. They could only think Aarvi was a pretty big hand that what they thought of her to be.

As soon James's eyes fell on the cell, instead of the interrogation room, he demanded, "My Client isn't proven guilty."

"Heh?" The officer turned to him. He wanted to say there is nothing to prove when they have the proof. But he was sarcastic "We aren't running a hotel to book all the rooms for your client. We have many more cases." He kicked the cell door and stood aside.

This was the first time they were this way. Every time he handled high-level cases so the person was treated accordingly. 

"Wait!"

They heard a voice of a different officer. Turning around, the officer was holding a metal detector, "We need to check."

"What do you mean?" James's assistant interjected.

"I mean what I said." the officer ran the metal detector in front of James as he continued,  "What if your client kills himself in shame? we need to be careful about lockup death."

Standing up, "Please remove your belt, give your bag for a check. Show us what's there in the pockets."

That was an insult to the advocates. Well, it was to show Leon, whoever he brings, they will make sure to make his life a living hell.

Inside the cell, Leon gritted his teeth. He wanted to threaten them that he won't let them off after leaving. Nevertheless, he knew it was an offense.

James Crawford who wanted to be cool about these, was fuming mad when he had removed his belt, given his meds to them. They were taking away the pen if he hadn't said he needed it to jot down points.

There was nothing in the cell. A mug with a glass. There was nothing to sit on either. James Crawford looked around and stopped at Leon's face, "I guess, I had thought too highly of you, Mr. Harmon." His eyes traveled on Leon. Leon's handsome face had stubble, dark circles around his eyes. His expensive clothes were dirty and his hair was unkempt for running his fingers repeatedly.

"You are the most humble client I met till date." He stated mockingly, "And the client whose family turned down to cooperate with me to help you out. The client, whose none of friends are free to give a hand." He leered. "A client who is responsible for the insult I faced."

Leon could only clench his teeth and glared at the old man. He felt like James was going to abandon him.. He shooed away Larson. Was he going to die so easily?

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