ELIJAH'S POV
I needed a drink. Hell, I needed several.
The pub was dim and smelled like old wood and spilled beer. Perfect. I found a corner table where the shadows would keep most people from recognizing me. The last thing I needed was some photographer catching me looking like shit while I plotted my way out of this mess.
My lawyer was already there when I arrived, nursing what looked like his first beer. He always did that - ordered one drink and made it last the whole night like he was afraid of loosening up too much. Uptight bastard.
"You look terrible," he said when I sat down.
"Thanks for the pep talk." I waved the bartender over and ordered whiskey. Neat. "Did you think about what we discussed?"
He sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose. "Elijah, I'm still against this whole thing. You know that."
"I'm not asking you to marry someone or suck me off, I just want you to tell me how viable it is."
