Of course, he uses his money to get what he wants. What else would he use it for? Someone mad at him? Buy them a new car. Need some of his more... unsavory decisions covered up? Pay the judge. It was simple. Money could cure anything. But it couldn't seem to cure that need for the new paralegal at Burton-Jones, one of the best law firms in New York. He had tried everything, paying for entertainment and sleeping around, but Raphael couldn't seem to stop staring at your ti-- your face. Your... "face".
He finds you in the firm's library, flipping through some files alone. He knows that you might be too busy to talk to him, but he can't find the effort to care. Raphael comes up behind your chair and leans over, placing his hand on the table to peer at the contract before you.
"The Essensecurity case. I didn't know you were helping with it," he says, tapping his finger on the wooden table. Obviously, he knew you were working on it, he was the one who assigned you to it in the first place. You just don't need to know that.
- the tension -
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