Free Web NovelChapter 716: Chapter 687: Love in a Parallel Universe [009]
The next day, Sienna Thorne had just arrived at the office when she was called over by her boss.
She thought Lawyer Chandler would scold her for what happened last night, but unexpectedly, it was about a new case.
Taking the case file back to her office, she buried herself in the new case.
A certain domestic company exported LED lights to Britione, which were randomly checked by the local consumer rights protection department and found not to meet CE standards and pose serious safety hazards. Its client filed a lawsuit against the company in Brimfield court. However, the company confirmed that the products exported to Britione met the CE standards and suspected issues with the Britione consumer rights department’s checking procedure, thus commissioning Vantage to investigate and respond to the lawsuit.
For this case, the lawyer must personally go to London to collect evidence. Besides having the Britione lawyer’s license, this lawyer must also be familiar with the operations of certain local departments to complete evidence collection. fгeewebnovёl.com
Otherwise, if you’re a Chinese lawyer running to their governmental departments claiming you suspect their checking procedures are illegal, who would pay attention to you?
Sienna Thorne didn’t think Lawyer Chandler would hand such a case to her, even though she passed the Britione lawyer qualification conversion exam two years ago. Vantage already has a branch in Britione, with many Britione lawyers who excel at dealing with local government departments. Why bother having her travel all the way from home for evidence collection?
She considered asking Lawyer Chandler why he gave her this case, but thinking of Lawyer Chandler’s grating face, she didn’t want to earn a reputation for being picky with cases, so she left it alone.
At dinner, she discussed the case with Quentin Thorne, expecting him to oppose her long journey to Britione, but Quentin Thorne surprisingly supported her, saying that if she handles the case well, it could help her make a name for herself in the domestic legal circle, which would benefit her career development.
Encouraged by her father’s analysis, she felt invigorated and determined to handle the case well.
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A month later, Quentin Thorne and his wife accompanied their daughter to the airport.
This was Sienna Thorne’s first work trip abroad, and she was headed to unfamiliar London. Melinda Linton was reluctant, holding her daughter’s hand while tearfully relaying instructions until the final boarding call for her flight was announced, urging her goodbye to her parents as she hurried through security.
After some delay at security, by the time she found her boarding gate, everyone on the same flight was already onboard. She quickly showed her documents and boarding pass, making it onto the plane just in time.
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"12A... 12A..."
Sienna Thorne, pulling her case file-laden carry-on in one hand and holding her boarding pass in the other, looked up at the seats below the luggage compartment, searching for her seat.
Vantage was generous with travel expenses, allowing lawyers to fly business class and book The Bvlgari Hotel for accommodation.
Just recently, she heard a classmate working at another major firm in the country complain about having to fly economy class that almost broke their back and staying in hostels costing just a few hundred a night.
By comparison, Vantage was truly a considerate firm, understanding the challenges their junior lawyers faced while handling cases abroad.
"12A... Found it!"
Sienna Thorne found her seat in the second row of business class.
The luggage compartment door was open. She lifted her carry-on, tiptoeing to push it into the compartment, then ducked herself toward the window seat.
However, the man in the aisle seat had his long legs stretched out on the leg rest, blocking her way. She softly asked, "Excuse me, sir, my seat is 12A, sorry to bother you, could you please move your legs?"
The man, absorbed in his laptop, nodded and folded his long legs back.
She ducked toward the window seat and sat down.
As soon as she sat, she quickly took out her mobile phone and sent a voice message to Quentin Thorne: "Daddy~ have you left the airport? I’m already on the plane, will call you once I reach London."
The girl’s voice wasn’t the crisp Northern accent but carried a bit of a coy Taiwanese tone; "Daddy" sounded like "Daddy."
Her voice was soft and cute, and Simon Forrester thought it reminded him of strawberry-flavored candy. frёewebnoѵēl.com
He had never heard such an adorably gentle voice before.
He stretched his legs back onto the leg rest, easing the pressure the cramped space brought to them.
Before heading through security, he had seen her. She was conversing with a middle-aged couple at the security checkpoint.
And he recognized that the middle-aged man was the same one who had left The Imperial Hotel with her a month prior.
So that was her father.
...
The plane flew into the clouds, cruising steadily.
The cabin was quiet, dimly lit, with occasional white light from digital devices used by other passengers.
The flight attendants glided quietly down the aisle.
Sienna Thorne donned an eye mask and neck pillow, dressed and closed her eyes.
She had organized files until early morning and then got up early to catch the flight; now, she was exhausted. It would take 13 hours to fly to London; she could get a good sleep.
The plane’s steady, white noise was soothing, so she quickly fell asleep.
She had a dream, pulling an Alaskan Malamute to a high-end apartment.
She didn’t know why she was there, only vaguely aware of leading a dog but unable to find its owner, spinning anxiously in circles.
In the next scene, a man opened a door, taking the dog. The man was wearing nothing but a towel, and the dog, in front of her, tugged the man’s towel away...
She clearly saw the man’s face—Simon Forrester.
"Huh!"
Sienna Thorne awoke, panting, her chest heaving from the shock of the dream.
"Ms. Thorne, would you like tuna steak or beefsteak for lunch?"
Sienna Thorne pulled off her eye mask, turning to see a flight attendant asking about her lunch choice.
She glanced at the tuna steak on her neighbor’s tray, casually replied, "Tuna steak, please."
"One moment, please." The flight attendant went to fetch her meal.
Sienna Thorne leaned back into her seat, hugged the neck pillow to her chest, tapping her head, mumbling, "Why am I dreaming about him again... so weird!"
"Ms. Thorne, your lunch." The flight attendant served her lunch.
Sienna Thorne snapped out of it, reaching for her tray, but her arm wasn’t long enough. Just as she was about to stand, the man beside her suddenly closed his laptop, reaching to help her take the tray.
Seeing his face, she didn’t even get the "thank you" out before she recoiled in fright.
Simon Forrester remained unfazed, one hand steadying her lunch, and the other pulling down the tray in front of her seat, then placing her lunch on it.
As he withdrew his hands, he casually remarked, "What a coincidence."
Sienna Thorne, still shaken, stared at him, uncertain if he was real or a figment of her overactive imagination from dreaming of him.
Entirely flustered, she reached out with a forefinger to poke his cheek a few seconds later.
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Major rewrite today, over seven thousand words redone, so there are three updates today (6000 words). The additional monthly update continues tomorrow.
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