Nice legs

Three weeks later…

Primo pressed the lock button of the car, making it ring two times. Holding his briefcase, he walked away from the vehicle to get to the office early.

"Attorney Cafre!"

On his way, he heard the familiar voice of a woman echoing in the underground parking space. Turning his head, he saw a woman in a pair of casual suits jogging toward him. Recognizing those fiery eyes and boyish aura, Primo stopped in his tracks.

"You're seriously going to take the case?" Without any introduction, the woman interrogated him. "Why?"

"Prosecutor Mitchell, I don't think it's proper for the prosecutor of this case and my client's defense lawyer to meet before the court meeting," Primo casually remarked. "I'm saying this for our sake. If you came here to interrogate me, then I'm disappointed in your lack of ethics."