Smoothing her skirt down her slim hips, Sansa went to welcome her next client, her low heels clicking on the wooden floor. Painting on a vibrant smile as she saw the man she presumed was Mr Clegane. It was his first appointment with her and she felt uncharacteristically nervous. Within no time at all, she'd reached him and she instantly offered her his hand to shake. His large hand felt rough and calloused against her own. Sansa couldn't help but look at the man before her. Mr Clegane towered above her and for the first time in her life, she felt almost small. It was an unfamiliar feeling and it made her uneasy. His face should have been unremarkable but it was anything but. The expression on his face was stern but it was the domineering scar on the right side of his face that captured his gaze. She forced her gaze away and quickly.
"Mr Clegane, I'm Sansa Stark. I'll be handling your case. If you will come with this way." She forced her voice to be steady, her professionalism stronger than her nerves. It had been over five years since she had started working at her Father's law firm after finishing her degree. Any nerves she'd had vanished. After all, she had never lost a case. Her reputation was good. She seemed demure and meek but in the court, her Stark nature emerged making her a formidable lawyer.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he didn't automatically move, his gaze was fixed on her. To Sansa, it seemed an eternity but slowly, he nodded. She motioned for him to follow her and to her relief, he did. Within moments, they had reached her office and Sansa offered him the leather seat opposite her large wooden desk. She watched him take it, his body language showing her his tension.
"Is something the matter, Mr Clegane?" The question erupted from her mouth almost as soon as she had taken her seat. It was clear to her that he did not want her dealing with his case.
"Aye, there is," he grunted, his annoyance clear, "I wanted Ned Stark, not his little bird of a daughter. I want someone who can do their job."
His words irked her, they irked her greatly. Who was he to assume she couldn't do her job? She felt disgusted with herself for wanting to blush, she forced herself not to. It was with great strength that she answered him. Her words were polite but her tone held a hint of steel behind it.
"I can assure you that I can do my job. I have never once lost a case and I do not intend to any time soon. My Father is currently out of the office and is not expected to return within the year. There is only one other person available who could take on your case and that is Mr Greyjoy and unfortunately, his workload is full. So, I'm the only person. If that is disagreeable to you, there is always the Lannisters' firm."
Her voice changed as she spoke of her competitors. it was their underhand tactics that had caused her Father to suffer a heart attack and it was because of them that she ended following in her Father's footsteps.
Sandor Clegane looked surprised, blinking slightly as he looked at her. It was her turn to look surprised as he responded to her.
"I work for Joffrey Lannister, I can't go to them for help..."
