"You're fashionably late." Fox remarked as Theresa sauntered into the
conference room.
"Only 3 minutes." she replied as she sat down at the table.
"Punctuality is the best policy." he winked.
"I thought honesty was the best policy so if you want honesty I'll give you honesty, but punctuality isn't so don't always expect me to be on time." Theresa snapped back.
Fox smirked at the way she was taking things personally. "Remember I'm money you're dealing with."
"Believe me, I have plenty of that."
"So then let's get started on this case that you're not going to win!" he said as he opened his folder.
"Thanks for the little bit of hope that I'm paying you to give me." Theresa replied sarcastically.
"Hey, you said you wanted honesty." Fox joked.
"Ha." she let out a fake laugh.
"What exactly is the main point you're stressing for this case?" he asked seriously.
"The fact that I never legally signed over rights making Little Ethan the Crane's." she answered.
"Okay, I'm really confused." he said rubbing his temples. "You're supposed to be dead."
"So I heard." she muttered.
"Is there something I'm missing here?" he asked as he looked at the angry expression on her face.
"No!" she fidgeted in her chair. "Let's just say I got out of the fire alive."
"So if you really wanted Little Ethan, why didn't you come back before now?" Fox pressed on.
"What are you?" Theresa objected to his questions. "Gwen's attorney? You're supposed to be on my side, remember?"
"Yeah, I know." Fox answered. "I'm just trying to clear things up... that's all." "It's ok." she replied calmly.
"How long have you and your boyfriend been dating?" Fox asked.
"I don't have one." Theresa replied skeptically.
"Uh huh." Fox nodded as he began to write.
"Why?" she asked nervously.
Fox looked up at her and smiled. "Nothing, just a little survey I have to fill out for every client."
Theresa kicked herself for thinking that he was actually interested. "Right."
Fox couldn't help but smile again at the way her mesmerizing eyes filled with disappointment but quickly were glazed over with the dark, deep mystery that surrounded her.
"So," Theresa broke the silence. "Do I have a case or what?"
"I actually think you have a pretty decent case." he responded as he skimmed through her papers. "The main point that I want to argue is the fact that you never legally signed over rights to the Crane's but you're going to have to be prepared for them to argue why you never came back sooner when you were in fact alive."
"I've had my experience with them all, and believe me I can take them on." she replied having a deeper meaning then what Fox thought.
"You're one of the only people that I've met who aren't scared of the Crane's." Fox said admiringly.
"Really?" she asked surprised that there was someone else who wasn't intimidated by them. "Who's the other person?"
"Me." Fox answered.
"So I'm beginning to realize." she grinned.
"The Crane's are really nothing to be afraid of. They just hold so many secrets over people that they don't want to be told, so they use it to blackmail them." he said.
"I'm sure they have their secrets too." Theresa replied deviously.
"I have a feeling they do too." Fox agreed.
Theresa paused as she fiddled with her dress. She didn't know whether or not she should spill to him some of the secrets that she knew. "What... what if I told you I knew some of their secrets?"
"I wouldn't believe you." he narrowed his eyes as he leaned in.
"Have you ever wondered if there was one thing that made Alistair angry and made him flinch? Just one thing that could send him so far over the edge that you could hold all power over him." she said mischievously.
"And what exactly could that be?" Fox asked curiously.
"Time is a very fragile thing. It can ruin secrets but it can also polish them."
"So I'm guessing right now isn't the right time."
"Correct." she smiled as she sat back in her chair.
"Well," Fox cleared his throat as he stacked the papers on the table, "I think our time for today is up. See you tomorrow?" he asked.
"Tomorrow." she shook his hand as she made her way to the door.
"Hey." he called after her.
"Hmm?" she asked as she turned around.
"Punctuality. Time is a very fragile thing." he joked.
Theresa laughed and nodded. "I'm working on it."
A curious Fox stood around for a few minutes after Theresa left. He could tell that Theresa had dirt on the Crane's and he was going to find out what.
"Only 3 minutes." she replied as she sat down at the table.
"Punctuality is the best policy." he winked.
"I thought honesty was the best policy so if you want honesty I'll give you honesty, but punctuality isn't so don't always expect me to be on time." Theresa snapped back.
Fox smirked at the way she was taking things personally. "Remember I'm money you're dealing with."
"Believe me, I have plenty of that."
"So then let's get started on this case that you're not going to win!" he said as he opened his folder.
"Thanks for the little bit of hope that I'm paying you to give me." Theresa replied sarcastically.
"Hey, you said you wanted honesty." Fox joked.
"Ha." she let out a fake laugh.
"What exactly is the main point you're stressing for this case?" he asked seriously.
"The fact that I never legally signed over rights making Little Ethan the Crane's." she answered.
"Okay, I'm really confused." he said rubbing his temples. "You're supposed to be dead."
"So I heard." she muttered.
"Is there something I'm missing here?" he asked as he looked at the angry expression on her face.
"No!" she fidgeted in her chair. "Let's just say I got out of the fire alive."
"So if you really wanted Little Ethan, why didn't you come back before now?" Fox pressed on.
"What are you?" Theresa objected to his questions. "Gwen's attorney? You're supposed to be on my side, remember?"
"Yeah, I know." Fox answered. "I'm just trying to clear things up... that's all." "It's ok." she replied calmly.
"How long have you and your boyfriend been dating?" Fox asked.
"I don't have one." Theresa replied skeptically.
"Uh huh." Fox nodded as he began to write.
"Why?" she asked nervously.
Fox looked up at her and smiled. "Nothing, just a little survey I have to fill out for every client."
Theresa kicked herself for thinking that he was actually interested. "Right."
Fox couldn't help but smile again at the way her mesmerizing eyes filled with disappointment but quickly were glazed over with the dark, deep mystery that surrounded her.
"So," Theresa broke the silence. "Do I have a case or what?"
"I actually think you have a pretty decent case." he responded as he skimmed through her papers. "The main point that I want to argue is the fact that you never legally signed over rights to the Crane's but you're going to have to be prepared for them to argue why you never came back sooner when you were in fact alive."
"I've had my experience with them all, and believe me I can take them on." she replied having a deeper meaning then what Fox thought.
"You're one of the only people that I've met who aren't scared of the Crane's." Fox said admiringly.
"Really?" she asked surprised that there was someone else who wasn't intimidated by them. "Who's the other person?"
"Me." Fox answered.
"So I'm beginning to realize." she grinned.
"The Crane's are really nothing to be afraid of. They just hold so many secrets over people that they don't want to be told, so they use it to blackmail them." he said.
"I'm sure they have their secrets too." Theresa replied deviously.
"I have a feeling they do too." Fox agreed.
Theresa paused as she fiddled with her dress. She didn't know whether or not she should spill to him some of the secrets that she knew. "What... what if I told you I knew some of their secrets?"
"I wouldn't believe you." he narrowed his eyes as he leaned in.
"Have you ever wondered if there was one thing that made Alistair angry and made him flinch? Just one thing that could send him so far over the edge that you could hold all power over him." she said mischievously.
"And what exactly could that be?" Fox asked curiously.
"Time is a very fragile thing. It can ruin secrets but it can also polish them."
"So I'm guessing right now isn't the right time."
"Correct." she smiled as she sat back in her chair.
"Well," Fox cleared his throat as he stacked the papers on the table, "I think our time for today is up. See you tomorrow?" he asked.
"Tomorrow." she shook his hand as she made her way to the door.
"Hey." he called after her.
"Hmm?" she asked as she turned around.
"Punctuality. Time is a very fragile thing." he joked.
Theresa laughed and nodded. "I'm working on it."
A curious Fox stood around for a few minutes after Theresa left. He could tell that Theresa had dirt on the Crane's and he was going to find out what.