He hadn't won the argument with Bailey, though he hadn't lost either. Still, he should be upset because she had rejected the settlement offer. In all honesty, though, he had to admit he'd known she would. She was tough, a worthy adversary. Battling with her certainly got his adrenaline pumping, not to mention the effect she had on his hormones. Inside the building, he punched the button to call the elevator, and his smile slowly dwindled. He had to meet with Daniel Lewis, third in overall seniority in the firm and managing partner of the Kansas City branch for fifteen years, and that wouldn't be nearly as much fun as sparring with Bailey. A few minutes later Austin entered the corner office and faced the older man. Even seated behind the desk, Lewis was obviously tall. Of course, some of that was probably an optical illusion created by his gauntness and long, drooping facial features. He reminded Austin of a skinny basset hound, but his tenacity was that of a bulldog.
