Here's chapter one's rewrite! Hope you find that it's improved, and by the way to clear up any misunderstandings, I am NOT rewriting Secluded Lovers. Only Law's Affair and Secrets of a Slave.

Enjoy!

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"Britain?!" the raven haired girl exclaimed, slamming down the off-orange clasp envelope. "There is no way in hell—"

"Miss Ayuzawa, you might want to hear something about this case," her assistant, Shin Sen interrupted her rant. Misaki huffed before crossing one leg over the other and leaning back in her chair.

"Alright. I'm all ears." she said, still slightly frustrated that he was being so insistent on her taking this case. There wasn't anything that special about it, was there?

"Well, see, first off the client is the CEO of Walker Corps, which you've probably heard of," he began. She let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Who hasn't? Oh, and also, I don't care how rich or powerful he is—"

"—and he's offering you $2500 just to look into his case. He'll be adding more to that if you accept."

Misaki felt her heart stop for a second. $2500 just to consider a case?! How insanely rich was this man?

"You're joking," Misaki gasped. Shin gave her a smug grin.

"Nope. I'm completely serious," he said, tossing a file folder onto her desk. "Here's the client's info. The case information should be inside the large envelope." he explained. Misaki glanced at the file folder skeptically but still reached over to pick it up.

"Thanks," she said gratefully, although her tone said otherwise. "You can leave now." she added, giving him a glance as she flipped through a few documents and papers.

"Ah, yes. Please do notify me of your decision by tomorrow."

"Mhmm."

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"Hmm…let's see…" Misaki murmured, pulling out a sheet of paper. "Client info. Here we go." she said.

Name: Takumi Walker

Age: 27

Occupation: CEO of Walker Corporations

Status: Married

Misaki flipped the paper to the backside—only to be met with a blank white piece of paper. Misaki raised an eyebrow. That's all the information? No picture or anything?

With a sigh, she set the papers back into the folder and instead grabbed the envelope. She might as well read about the actual case, right?

Seeking: Divorce

Misaki couldn't help but laugh as she read that on every paper. She was a divorce lawyer after all. What else would they be coming to her for?

Details: Takumi Walker is seeking a divorce with his current wife, Kaon Walker—maiden name Umekoji. Kaon Walker is the granddaughter of Leon Umekoji—the owner of Umekoji Corporations.

Okay…still not much detail, Misaki thought dryly, tapping her nails against the desk. Come on, there wasn't even a reason why he wanted a divorce. Misaki frowned, silently hoping that this wouldn't turn out to be a huge waste of time and money.

Whipping out her black flip phone, Misaki dialed an all-too-familiar number.

Pressing the phone against her ear, Misaki only had to wait a few seconds she picked up the phone. This girl was her trusted friend and…manager? Helper? Second assistant? Well, she did help Misaki with small parts of cases and things like booking flights for her, so call her what you will.

"Hello, can I help you?" she inquired. Misaki grinned at the sound of her voice. They haven't talked in almost a week!

"Sakura, it's me, Misaki," she laughed at her friend's serious and professional tone. A shuffling sound could be heard on the other line quickly followed by her high-pitched voice.

"Omigosh, Misaki! It's been forever—"

"—a week," Misaki corrected. Sakura rolled her eyes. Leave it to Misaki to ruin the reunion.

"Same thing," she said childishly. Misaki sighed and shook her head, though the smile she wore lingered on her lips.

"Yes yes," Misaki agreed. "Anyway, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" she requested.

"Anything," Sakura promised.

"Can you book me a flight for Britain by Sunday?"

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Sunday

"Misaki! You're growing up so fast!" Sakura whined, giving Misaki a huge hug. She rolled her eyes, though a laugh still managed to escape her lips.

"Alright, alright... Get off of me, I'm going to miss my flight," the raven haired female groaned. The pink haired one only proceeded to squeeze her tighter. Her eyes almost…sparkled, as if she were about to ask Misaki for a big favor. "Yes?" Misaki prompted, knowing she wanted something. Sakura squealed in delight.

"Send me pictures of Britain, please! I've heard it's beautiful there," Sakura gushed, giving Misaki a toothy grin. She almost wanted to laugh at her friend's expression—she looked like an overly-excited child on Christmas.

"I will, don't worry," Misaki replied reassuringly. Sakura let out another ear-piercing squeal, causing Misaki to wince slightly.

"Yay, yay! Thank you!"

Suddenly, Sakura jerked up, her eyes glued to her watch.

"Crap! Your plane is leaving in half an hour!" Sakura shrieked.

"Yeah, that's what I said earlier but—"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STAND UP AND GET YOUR ASS IN MY CAR!" Sakura barked, obviously panicking. Misaki quickly stood up and ran outside of Sakura's house. Man, talk about mood swings.

Climbing into the passenger seat of Sakura's car, Misaki pulled out a small mirror out of her purse and reapplied her nude lipstick. Sakura sat in the driver's seat, and quickly snapped her seatbelt together.

"Hold on tight, Misaki," she warned, shoving her key into a slot and turning it to the side. The car started up. Misaki gave her a look of confusion. You don't normally "hold on tight" in a car…

"What do you me—OH MY GOD!" she shrieked as the pink haired girl in the driver seat slammed her foot down on the right-hand pedal. Misaki's nude lipstick slipped from her grasp and fell onto her lap, successfully leaving a fresh stain on her jeans. Misaki inwardly groaned. "Sakura, I'm pretty sure this is against the law!" she yelled. "And it's even more messed up because I'M A LAWYER!"

"Relax, we're not even over the speed limit," Sakura laughed, expertly turning the steering wheel to avoid incoming cars. Misaki felt like she was going to pass out. She silently prayed to God that she'd survive this car ride.

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"Bye-bye, Misaki!" Sakura said, waving at her best friend. Misaki wiped some invisible sweat off her forehead, feeling extremely lucky that she actually lived and made it to the airport.

"Bye, Sakura. I'll be back in a few months, don't worry," Misaki replied, giving her friend a wave back. Sakura looked teary-eyed, though it was hard to tell whether it was from the lighting or not. Misaki gave her a reassuring smile.

"The flight to Great Britain will be departing in 10 minutes," they both heard a voice over the loud speakers say. Misaki sighed, and proceeded to make her way to her flight. She spun around once more and stole a glance at Sakura who was now standing with her back towards Misaki. Poor girl, probably trying not to cry. Misaki thought, feeling a bit guilty. Sakura was a friendly and approachable girl, though, so she could easily make friends. Misaki wasn't worried about her being lonely one bit.

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"Hey," a stewardess greeted the raven haired lawyer. Misaki sat down in her seat and gave her a friendly smile.

"Hello, can I help you?" she asked politely. The stewardess laughed—or, well, that's what she assumed the girl was from her uniform.

"I believe that's my line," she giggled. Misaki grinned at her response.

"Well, if you're asking," Misaki started, "then I don't require any assistance. But thank you," she added. The girl with auburn hair nodded.

"Alright then! Enjoy the flight and call me over if you need anything," the female gave her a thumbs up before approaching another passenger about three seats in front of Misaki.

Suddenly, Misaki could feel someone sit down beside her. Sensing the presence, she peeked out of the corner of her eye, though didn't turn her head as to be discreet about it. She silently observed him, noting that he looked familiar. Messy—almost spiky—blonde hair and emerald eyes. Definitely familiar.

"If you're going to stare at me, don't be so obvious about it."

"Huh?" Misaki asked stupidly. Only then did she notice that she was staring him dead in the eye and not being discreet whatsoever. Whoops. she cursed herself inwardly. He just looks so familiar, I can't place my finger on it…

The man let out a long sigh. "Listen, I'm married," he said, holding up his left hand. Speaking of fingers, she thought sarcastically. A blue diamond shimmered on his ring finger—a beautiful gem indeed—but then why didn't he look very happy when he said that?

"Uh, cool?" Misaki said, holding back an unladylike snort. Why the hell was he showing her his marriage ring? I get that he's a rich bastard but he doesn't need to brag. "It's very…blue," she said as she noticed he kept staring at her as if expecting a different answer. He looked mildly surprised by this, though it was only for a split second so she couldn't be sure.

"No shit," he scoffed. "Can you please stop staring at me?" the blonde added, nodding his head upward as if gesturing towards her eyes that were fixated directly into his. Misaki shook her head as if snapping herself out of a trance.

"Ah. Sorry. You just look familiar." she explained sheepishly, turning towards the window and feeling slightly embarrassed. She kind of wished he'd stop talking to her now.

"You as well." he agreed. "I normally wouldn't talk to strangers so easily." the man said. Misaki nodded slightly to acknowledge the fact that he'd just spoken.

Awkwardly, Misaki ended the conversation with a "Cool." Finding something—anything—to avert her attention away from the tension in the air and make it look like she had something to do, Misaki opened her slim laptop and opened her documents. She found her client's case and decided to read over it again. Again, she hoped this wasn't going to be a huge waste of her time, and with a frustrated sigh she closed her laptop with a satisfying, though quiet slam.