Surrounded by Darkness

by Rachel Dylan

  “And we’ll have to deal with the fallout from Optimism.” She wouldn’t back down. “The forces of darkness aren’t going to let go of this town. We have to keep on fighting.”

  “And we will.”

  “Thank you again for everything you did tonight. You were there when I really needed you.”

  “Olivia, that’s what I want more than anything in the world. To be the man you need me to be. I hope I can gain your trust back after what happened.”

  She looked into his blue eyes. “I love you, Grant. We’re going to go through hard times if we stay together, and I believe we can face anything together.”

  “And I promise I’m not going to shut you out like that again. We are better together as a team.” Grant placed his hand under her chin.

  She leaned into him as he kissed her. They would live to fight another day. And tomorrow they’d be fighting this battle together.

  Dear Reader

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  Windy Ridge Legal Thriller Series

  Book 1: Trial & Tribulations

  Book 2: Fatal Accusation

  Book 3: Surrounded by Darkness

  Excerpt from Trial & Tribulations: A Windy Ridge Legal Thriller Book 1

  When managing partner Chet Carter called, you answered—and you answered promptly. Just yesterday Olivia Murray had been summoned to Chet’s corner office and told to pack her bags for a new case that would take her from Washington, DC to the Windy Ridge suburb of Chicago.

  But this wasn’t just any case. She would be defending a New Age tech company called Astral Tech in a lawsuit filed by its biggest competitor.

  As she stepped out of her red Jeep rental, the summer breeze blew gently against her face. She stared up at the mid sized office building with a prominent sparkling blue moon on the outside, and she had to admit she was a bit intimidated. It wasn’t the litigation aspect that bothered her, though. It was the subject matter.

  She threw her laptop bag over her shoulder, adjusted her black suit jacket, and walked toward the door. Ready for anything. Or at least she hoped she was.

  The strong smell of incense hit her as her first heeled foot stepped through the door. She thought it was a bit cliché for a New Age company to be burning incense in the reception area, but maybe it was to be expected. It reinforced her thoughts that this was all a money making operation—not a group of actual believers in this stuff.

  The perky young blonde behind the minimalist glass desk looked up at her. “How can I help you?”

  “Hi, I’m Olivia Murray from the law firm of Brown, Carter, and Reed.”

  The young woman’s brown eyes widened. “Oh, yes, Ms. Murray. I’m Melanie.” She stood and shook Olivia’s hand. “Let me know if you need anything while you’re here. The team is expecting you. I’ll take you to the main conference room now.”

  “Thank you.” Everything was already proceeding as normal. She couldn’t let this whole New Age thing mess with her head. And besides that, she had her faith to get her through this.

  Melanie led her down the hall to a conference room and knocked loudly before opening the large door. “Ms. Murray, please go on in.”

  Olivia didn’t really know what she expected, but what she saw was a table full of suits arguing. She let out a breath. Regular litigation. Just like she had thought.

  A man stood up from the table. “You must be our lawyer from BCR?” He wore an impeccably tailored navy suit with a red tie. He had short dark hair with a little gray at the temples and piercing green eyes.

  “Yes, I’m Olivia Murray.”

  “Great. This is the Astral Tech leadership team. Don’t let our yelling worry you. That’s how we best communicate.” He laughed. “I’m Clive Township, the CEO of Astral Tech, and this is my trusted inner circle.”

  A striking woman rose and offered her hand. “I’m Nina Marie Crane, our Chief Operating Officer.”

  “Wonderful to meet you,” Olivia said.

  Clive nodded toward a tall thin man with black hair who stood and shook her hand. “And this is our financial voice of reason, Matt Tinley.”

  “I serve as our Chief Financial Officer,” Matt said.

  Everyone greeted her warmly, but she felt an undercurrent of tension in the room. It was now her job as their attorney to get this litigation under control and that also meant getting them under control. Half the battle of litigation was controlling your own client before you could even begin to take on the adversary.

  “Have a seat and we’ll get you up to speed,” Clive said.

  She sat down in a comfortable dark blue chair at the oblong oak table and pulled out her laptop to take any relevant notes. She opened up her computer, but mainly she wanted to get the lay of the land.

  “So the more I can learn about your company and the complaint that Optimism has filed against you the better. One of the first things I’ll have to work on is the document collection and fact discovery effort. To be able to do that, I need the necessary background. I’ll be happy to go over the discovery process with you, too, at some point so we’re all on the same page.”

  “Where do you want to start?” Nina Marie asked.

  “It would be helpful if you gave me a more detailed explanation of your company. I did my own research, but I’d love to hear it from you. Then we can move onto the legal claims brought against you by Optimism.”

  “Nina Marie is the driving force behind Astral Tech. So I’ll let her explain our business,” Clive said. “I’m more of the big picture guy and Matt is our number cruncher.”

  “Sounds good,” Olivia said.

  Nina Marie smiled. The thin auburn haired woman wore tortoiseshell glasses. Her hair was swept up into a loose bun, and she wore a black blazer with a rose colored blouse. “Astral Tech was my baby, but Clive has the financial backing and business acumen to make it happen.”

  “I’d like to hear all about it,” Olivia said.

  “We’re a company specializing in bringing New Age theories and ideas into the tech space. We felt like we filled a void in that area. Yes, New Age has been quite popular for years now, but no company has really brought New Age into the current technology arena and made it work for the next generation. Through the Astral Tech app and other electronic means, we’re making New Age relevant again. Our target audience is youth and young professionals. We don’t even try to reach the baby boomers and beyond because it’s a losing battle. They’re too traditional, and they’re not as tech savvy. We have to target our energy on the demographic that makes the most sense for our product.”

  “Excuse my ignorance, but you use New Age as a blanket term. I need a bit of education on what exactly you mean in the context of your business.”

  Nina Marie clasped her hands together in front of her. “Of course. I think a woman like you is in our key demographic. I would love to hear your thoughts on all of this. But to answer your question, New Age is a lot more than incense and meditation, although that is definitely a part of it. New Age is a way of life. A way of spiritually connecting. We care about the whole body—the environment, mysticism, spirituality. And we do that in an innovative way through the Astral Tech app that starts you on your path of self exploration from day one. You have to download it and try it for yourself. It will definitely help you understand our issues in the litigation better.”

  “Yes, the litigation. I read the complaint on the plane. Optimism’s central claim is that Astral Tech actually stole the app from them.”

  Clive jumped in and leaned forward resting his arms on the table. “It’s a totally bogus lawsuit. That’s why we’re hiring a firm like yours to nip this in the bud. We don’t want any copycat litigation. This app was developed totally in house by Astral Tech employees. To say that there is any theft is absolutely false. We certainly didn’t steal it. It’s just a tr
umped up charge.”

  “What about the other claim regarding defamation?”

  Clive nodded. “The defamation claim is actually a bit more concerning to me because it’s subjective. We won’t have a technical expert that can testify about that like we have on the actual theft claim.”

  She sat up in her seat. “What was said by Astral Tech that they are claiming is defamatory?”

  “A few off handed comments about Optimism and their lack of integrity. They claim they’re part of the New Age movement, but some of their actions indicate otherwise.”

  “Could you be more specific?”

  “I can elaborate,” Nina Marie said. “Optimism isn’t really centered on New Age techniques in the same way we are. Their original founder, Earl Ward, was a connoisseur of many New Age techniques, but when he passed away Optimism’s purpose shifted a bit under Layton Alito’s rule, solidifying their allegiance to the dark arts. Layton is a ruthless leader who doesn’t tolerate any type of dissent amongst his ranks.”

  Olivia felt her eyes widen, but she tried to hide her surprise. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, very,” Nina Marie said.

  “And Astral Tech isn’t like that?” She couldn’t help herself. She had to ask. It was better to know.

  “We’re a big tent. We don’t want to alienate anyone who is seeking a spiritual journey,” Clive said.

  Well, that wasn’t exactly a denial. What had she stepped into here? “And why New Age?”

  Clive smiled. “Think about this as a lawyer. A businessperson. The world is becoming more and more open minded about spirituality. Which is obviously a good thing. Let everyone do what they want. We’re moving away from strict codes of morality to something that fits with the modern person in this country. It’s in. It’s now. That’s why we do it. We’re using principles that have been popular for the past few decades and bringing them into the tech arena.”

  “For some of us, it’s more than just about what makes money and make sense,” Nina Marie said. “I’m proud to say that I’m a believer. A strong spiritual being. Those things have value. What we’re doing matters. We have the ability to revolutionize the way people think about New Age principles.”

  Olivia could feel Nina Marie’s dark eyes on her trying to evaluate whether she was truly friend or foe. A strange uneasiness settled over her. There was more to all of this than Nina Marie was saying. This was much larger than a lawsuit. Spiritual forces were at work here.

  Focusing on the task at hand, she stared at her laptop and the page of notes she’d typed while hearing her clients talk. “I’ll need to make sure you have a proper litigation hold in place to collect all relevant documents. I’ll also want to talk to your IT person on staff right away about preserving all documents. The last thing we want to do is play cute and get sanctioned by the court. If Astral Tech has nothing to hide, then there’s no reason to be evasive.”

  “But that’s the thing,” Matt said. “We believe we haven’t broken any laws, but we also believe in our privacy and that of our customers.”

  Olivia nodded. “We should be able to petition the court for a protective order for any sensitive information that is turned over in the litigation, including customer lists. That’s something we can handle.”

  Nina Marie stood up from her chair. “Let me take you to the office space we have set up for you while you’re working here on this case.”

  “Thank you.” While she was eager to get to work, she wasn’t so excited about being alone with Nina Marie. But she followed the woman out of the conference room and down the hall, reminding herself that Nina Marie was still the client.

  Nina Marie stopped abruptly about half way down the corridor. “I know this will sound a bit strange, but I’m getting a really interesting vibe from you.”

  “Vibe?”

  “Yes. Do you have any interest in learning more about New Age spirituality? Anything like that?”

  “No. That’s not really my thing.” She held back her direct answer which would’ve been totally unprofessional. She didn’t feel comfortable in this environment, but she was also torn between her job and her faith. Could she really do both? Would defending a company like Astral Tech really be possible?

  Conflicted feelings shot through her. No, she didn’t believe in aliens or monsters, but she definitely believed in good and evil. Angels and demons. And this entire situation seemed like a recipe for disaster.

  “I’m not giving up on you.” Nina Marie reached out and patted her shoulder.

  Nina Marie was quite a few inches taller than her, but that wasn’t saying much considering she was only five foot three in heels.

  “Once you learn more about our product offerings, I think you’ll be excited to hear more about what we can do for a strong and smart professional woman like you.”

  “I appreciate your interest, Nina Marie, but my chief concern and responsibility is the lawsuit. So I think it’d be best if we could concentrate on that.”

  Nina Marie quirked an eyebrow but didn’t immediately respond. Olivia followed her into another conference room, but this one was set up with multiple computer workstations around the large table. The rest of the décor matched the previous room they were in.

  “This will be the legal work room for you. You should have plenty of space for everything you need in here.”

  “This is a great workspace.” She looked around the room and was pleased by the size and technical accommodations. “I’m sure I’m going to run into a lot of factual questions as we start preparing for this first phase of litigation. Who is the person at Astral Tech I should go to with questions?”

  “That would be me for pretty much anything that is detail oriented about the company or the app. Clive is good on the general business and philosophy but not so much on details. He’s also not in the office everyday like I am. Matt can also serve as a resource both on the financial aspects and the spiritual ones.”

  “Got it.” She’d never worked on such a strange case in her seven plus years of practicing law. Thankfully, she was steadfast in her beliefs. She just hoped that nothing in this litigation would require her to do things that went against her faith. Because she’d have to draw that line somewhere. And if it was a choice between her career or her faith, she’d always choose her faith.

  Grant Baxter reviewed the document requests he had drafted one last time. He enjoyed being on the plaintiff’s side of the table—even if it was for an odd client. Some wacky New Age group had retained his small but reputable law firm to sue Astral Tech—an equally wacky company in his opinion.

  He didn’t have any time for religion whether it be traditional or New Age or whatever. To him it was all just a convenient fiction made up to help people deal with their fears and insecurities. But if this case would help his firm take the next steps to success and keep paying the bills, then he was all for it.

  He’d built his law firm, The Baxter Group, from the ground up—something he was very proud of, given all his long hours and sacrifices. Not a thing in his life had been given to him. He’d earned it all the hard way.

  He couldn’t help but chuckle as he read over the document requests that he had prepared. All the talk of witches and spirituality and the Astral Tech app. He’d never drafted anything like that before. His law school classes and nine years of practice had equipped him with many skills, but working on a case like this was totally foreign to him.

  It wasn’t like there were witches in a coven out to get him. People were entirely irrational when it came to religion. Luckily for him, he wasn’t one of those people. He might be the only sane person in the entire litigation, and he planned to stay that way. One thing he was certain about. A jury was going to eat this stuff up.

  “Hey, boss man.” Ryan Wilde stood at Grant’s door.

  “What’s going on?” Grant asked.

  “I asked around town trying to find info on Astral Tech, but most of my contacts had never heard of them, and the few that had didn�
��t really have anything useful to say except that they’re trying to become players in the tech space.”

  Ryan was only about two years younger than Grant. They’d both worked in a law firm together for years, and Grant was glad that Ryan had joined him at the firm. If all progressed as planned, Grant was going to add Ryan as his partner in the firm.

  “If you do hear anything, just let me know.”

  “Anything else you need from me?”

  “Not on this. How are your other cases going?”

  “I’m meeting with potential clients this afternoon on a products liability class action. It would be a good case to have.”

  “Keep me posted.”

  Ryan nodded. “You got it.” Ryan walked out the door and then turned around and laughed. “I have to say, I’m glad that you’re working this case and not me. I don’t think I’d know how to approach it.”

  “Just like anything else. It’ll be fine.”

  “If you say so. I hope you don’t end up with a hex put on you or something like that.”

  Grant laughed. “Don’t even tell me that you would consider believing in any of this.”

  Ryan shook his head. “Nah. I’m just messing with you.”

  Ryan walked out and Grant was anxious to start the discovery process and put pressure on the other side. It was one of those things he loved about being a plaintiff’s lawyer. He was in the driver’s seat and planned to take an aggressive stance in this case to really turn the heat up on the other side. Going through these steps reminded him how glad he was that he went out and started his own firm. He truly loved his work.

  His office phone rang, jerking him back to reality.

  “This is Grant Baxter,” he said.

  “Hello. My name is Olivia Murray from the law firm of Brown, Carter, and Reed. I just wanted to call to introduce myself. We’re representing Astral Tech in the suit filed by your client. So I’ll be your point of contact for anything related to the case.”