Chapter 2: Must Be A Coincidence

It was a blistering day in Los Angeles as Kayla made her pickups and deliveries. At one point she was given a collection of legal papers so thick they were in a box instead of an envelope. The delivery address was to a specific office on N. Figueroa St., so she returned to her stifling car and got under way. Maddeningly, the air conditioning had failed several days ago, so there was no respite from the baking heat.

Arriving at the complex on Figueroa, Kayla wiped her face and grabbed the box. She could feel the sweat dripping between her breasts, soaking her pits, and unpleasantly wetting her panties.

Walking into the right office, Kayla met a good-looking man answering to the name on the address label. He grabbed a pen, signed, and tore away the delivery receipt. But when he looked up to hand her the slip, he was alarmed to see her sagging towards the floor. In a flash, he had his arms under her knees and shoulders and he gently placed her on the nearby sofa.

As a child, Arsênio Teixeira had emigrated from Brazil. His parents had nurtured his abilities in both Portuguese and English, and after seven years of university he passed the California Bar Exam on his first try. He was working alone that day, which is why he had answered the office door himself.