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As Roman made his way into the offices of a law firm, he was hoping to get the help that he wanted and needed. Waiting for the elevator, he wore grey slacks and black dress shoes, with a white button down shirt that was long sleeve. With his raven black hair pulled back into a slick bun, and a freshly shaven face, with a goatee, he was hoping that this meeting would help. At six foot three and 265 pounds of muscle and meat, one would wonder how he was in the position that he was in.
"Good morning, how can I help you today?" Asked the blonde receptionist. With green eyes, and white pearly teeth, she was attractive.
"My name is Roman Reigns and I have an appointment with Mr. Heyman." The large man replied.
She picked up the phone and waited a moment before someone answered. "Mr. Heyman? Your client is here to see you."
After another quick moment, she said okay and hung up the phone. The receptionist informed him to have a seat and that Mr. Heyman would be out in a moment. Roman took a seat and put his folder on top of his bag that he put on top of his lap. His blue eyes pierced the place as he looked around. There were several lawyers here in this firm with staff such as paralegals, legal assistants, and so forth. There were several rooms for offices that were for different uses and each had their own design to it.
"Mr. Reigns?" Asked a voice.
"Yes?" Roman responded, and saw his attorney when he looked up. "How are you?"
The two men shook hands and greeted each other. Paul Heyman was one of the best lawyers around and a lot of people who needed services, looked for him. He was shorter than Roman, probably no more than six feet tall at most. His hair was black and he had a bald spot on the top of his head.
"I wanted to thank you for seeing me today." Roman says as they make their way into the room where he would hold his meetings with clients if there was more than one lawyer that would be present on the case.
"No problem. It's a pleasure to have the opportunity to try and help." He says, closing the door behind him when they entered.
There was a long table in the middle, with chairs surrounding it. Shelves filled with books lined the walls and windows that gave pretty amazing views of Pensacola.
"Let me just introduce you to who will be on the case with us." Heyman said as they all took a seat. "Johnathan Richman, and Eric Landon, both lawyers. Lisa Thomas, who is a paralegal and last but not least, Danielle Brooks who is an attorney."
Roman greeted them all until he reached Danielle. The woman sitting in front of him that he quickly remembered. She wore a black suit with her hair slicked back into a neat ponytail. They hesitated, before they finally said hello to each other. The last time Danielle and Roman saw each other, was at the mall when they had bumped into each other. It wasn't exactly the best first impression that they had of the other, so they weren't exactly thrilled to see each other again.
"So, after taking in the information that you gave the last time you were here," He started off saying. "We have a chance of getting this to court."
"I feel like there's a 'but'." Roman says.
"We can't always predict the outcome for a case that goes to court." Danielle says in a southern accent. "But, nonetheless, we will always try our best to make sure that the client gets the justice they seek."
Roman had to admit, Danielle was attractive and he could tell that she probably wasn't originally from the area, by her accent. There was something about her that gave her almost an exotic look to her, but he couldn't put a finger on what it could be.
"What are the charges that we have a chance of having him guilty for?" Roman asked.
"He can definitely get a weapons charge. What helps is that he has several felonies that he's been convicted of ." Danielle replied. "In the state of Florida, it is illegal for someone who has been convicted of a felony to have in their possession, a firearm, ammunition, or an electrical weapon. They are also prohibited from carrying a concealed weapon."
"How much time can he get?" Roman asked the other lawyers as if Danielle hadn't been the one talking to him.
"A mandatory minimum of three years." She says, ignoring it the first time. "Other factors could increase jail time."
"What's the plan going into this?" Roman asks, ignoring her again.
She looked at the man before looking over at Heyman. He gave her a knowing look, as the other lawyers spoke to him. Danielle felt ignored, and wondered if he really thought that little of her, that he didn't care for anything she had to say. She felt her face turn red, and tried to hide it. It was going to be an uphill battle with him, but she wasn't going to just drop out of this case because of someone who didn't care for her.
After another 45 minutes, the meeting was done for today and Danielle would be free of the man who had payed little to no attention to her until the next scheduled meeting which would be the day before the first hearing. Heyman asked Roman to stay behind for a few extra minutes to talk to him.
"I couldn't help but notice that things seemed a bit tense between you and Ms. Brooks." He started off saying. "It could be just me because it's the first time that you're working together. But just give her a chance. You won't be disappointed, Mr. Reigns."
Roman agreed and shook his hand, thanking the man once more. He let out a sigh as he turned around to walk away. There had to be a reason for why the man wanted him to give the woman a chance. There must of have been something special about her, for him to support her like that.
Just as he slowed down to read a message that he had gotten on his phone, Danielle appeared with a bottle of water and her phone in hand. When their eyes met, the sun that came in from one of the windows, illuminated her face, and helped show her eyes. One blue eye that was as light as could be, and one like the color of honey. Warm and inviting. Though Roman has heard of cases where one would have two different colored eyes, he's never seen it for himself. It made her different. Unique. Beautiful.
"Enjoy the rest of your day, Mr. Reigns." She softly, and gently, says.
"I thought that maybe you'd come for me or something." He tells her.
Looking at him, she thinks for a moment. "I should, especially with how you ignored me just about the entire time and didn't seem to care about anything that I told you, even though I don't understand why you wouldn't, seeing as how it could have gone worse for you. Look, Mr. Reigns, you don't have to like me and I won't force you, to. But let's just try to be professional. If it's me that you have a problem with, then take it up with me. You don't have to make it obvious to other people that you have a problem with me. After this case is over with, you don't have to worry about seeing me again. If it makes you feel better, just think about that."
Something flashed in her eyes, but she hid it before Roman could tell what it was. She walked away and went back into the room that they were in earlier for their meeting. He left quickly after to go back to his office, to do some work and check on everything before going back home.
Two weeks later...
Getting home after a long day of work, Danielle got out of her charcoal colored Chevy Camaro and walked to her two bedroom condo. Opening the door, she closes it behind her and locks it, putting her purse on the small seat that was nearby. A small closet was there and where she would put her sweaters and jackets if she carried one with her that day. There was another closet across from it, with a washer and dryer. Taking off her shoes, and putting it in underneath the chair, she took her purse, a bag of food and her keys and felt the carpet underneath her feet as she walked through the place. Seeing her living room, it had a black sofa and couch, with a flat screen television and the cable box neatly propped nearby with the remote next to it and a small balcony with two chairs. There were pictures in her living room of her and her sister, as well as of some friends. Putting the food on the counter, she continued to her room.
Her bedroom was a pretty good size, good enough for Danielle and to her liking. A King sized bed in the middle of the room with red sheets and blankets. A dresser was to the left of her bed that had some of her perfumes and some makeup that she used, along with a brush for her hair. The condo had two bathrooms and so the master bathroom was attached to her bedroom. It was a little bigger than the other one, but she didn't mind. The bathroom had a white sink, a shower and a closet that she really didn't have anything in, other than a few towels. It was a pretty good sized bathroom. At least, based on what she's been used to her whole life, it was.
The start of the case that she had been assigned to was coming up next week, and so they had been working to get as much as they could for the case. That meant long hours and getting home later than she usually did. After a warm shower, she put on a tank top and shorts, with her hair now in a braid. Going to the kitchen, she grabbed the bag of food from the counter to take it out. The kitchen had granite counters, cabinets that were of wood and a stainless steel stove with an oven. Because of how much she worked and a lot of the long hours that she sometimes had to do, Danielle sometimes felt like she doesn't use the stove enough. There was an island where she was able to see to the living room.
Taking out some of the Chinese food that she had taken, she decided on just warming up the egg roll and saving the rest. Going to the refrigerator, she took out something to drink while putting away the rest of the food. There was a small dining table, that sat four and she decided to sit there after quickly turning on the television. Danielle liked to hear it while she ate. Hearing her phone, she got up from her seat and grabbed it from the counter on the island and saw a familiar name on the screen, wanting to FaceTime. Answering it, she sat back down.
"Hi, Gabriella." She says with a smile when her sister shows up on the screen.
"Hey!" She says. "How was your day?"
Danielle sighs. "Long. Yours?"
"Eh. Not that much better." Gabriella replies. "By the way, I'm taking you out tomorrow for a girls day and night out."
"I don't know about the night out part." Danielle says, not one to usually go out much.
"Please?" The younger of the two says. "You've been so busy the last two weeks and you're about to be more busy at work and you need this right now. Who knows, maybe you could meet someone."
"Gabriella, I don't have time right now for a relationship with how busy I get with work." Danielle tells her.
"And you also choose to not make any time." Gabriella replies. "I know you like to have a good time. But I also know you well enough to know that you would like a relationship. I believe you're ready for one, but you have to make the effort too. Not every guy is going to be like Dad was and not every guy is going to want to stay in that lifestyle. It's been a while since the last time you've been in a relationship."
Danielle sighed. "You're point is for me to have fun at least."
"And to be happy, because we both deserve it. Especially you." Gabriella added.
Danielle thought about it as she took one last bite of her eggroll, thinking about it. "Okay. What time?"
"I will text you the time." Gabriella says, with excitement. "Just be ready for tomorrow."
"I will be ready." She replies with a smile. Danielle wasn't one to deny time with her sister, whenever she could. They were both always so busy and so any chance they could at being together, they took it.
A/N: What are your thoughts on why Roman ignored Danielle during their meeting? Could it really be because of his first impression of her when they first met in the mall? Why do you think about Gabriella and Danielle's conversation? Do you think there's a reason for why Danielle hasn't put herself out there so much in a while?
