Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

The legal team Parker hired wasn't just a team—they were the team. These women weren't playing around, and their reputation stretched far beyond just the US. International powerhouses in the real estate game Summit & Wolfe could offer, they were practically legends.

Their fees were stupidly high, but Parker wasn't sweating it. What did make him roll his eyes was their nickname: the "Real Estate Avengers." Cringe? Absolutely. But could they deliver? Damn right. That's all that mattered.

Allan had slid over their profiles a few minutes ago, and Parker gave them a skim. Two of them—Alina and Claire—were a married couple.

Yeah, that's right, a married power duo. They were practically inseparable, always walking into meetings hand-in-hand, like some badass blonde tag team. Claire, the one who looked like she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine, had this thing about her—a sharpness, like she could cut someone with just a look. Her tailored navy skirt didn't help; she was the poster girl for power moves.

Then there was Alina. A little quieter, more grounded, but no less lethal in a courtroom. Together? They were a freakin' storm.

Allan had assured Parker their personal life didn't spill into their professional one, but if shit ever hit the fan, Parker was free to call it quits and swap them out. He wasn't worried, though. These two weren't the kind to let anything mess with their A-game.

But then there was her. Ava Kline. The leader of this Avengers crew and, let's be honest, the one who stole the show.

She was in her thirties, single, and didn't give a damn about anyone's opinion. With her jet-black hair, smoky dark eyes, and a figure that could make statues weep, Ava was it. And yeah, let's not tiptoe around it—her breasts were big enough to make people stop mid-sentence.

Everything about her screamed seduction, like she was some mix of high fashion and straight-up danger.

But here's the thing—she wasn't just hot. She was sharp. Deadly. Her reputation wasn't built on her looks; it was built on her ability to tear apart contracts, negotiate like a demon, and leave her opponents wondering what the hell just happened.

Allan smirked as he gave Parker the lowdown. "They're not just lawyers, man. These women? They're killers in heels. You've got the best money can buy."

Parker leaned back, a grin tugging at his lips. "Killers in heels, huh? I like the sound of that."He let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Hell, I don't care if they call themselves the goddamn real estate pirates. As long as they get shit done."

Allan chuckled. "Trust me, they'll get shit done. Just don't get too distracted by Ava, or you're gonna end up signing a deal with your eyes glued to her chest."

Parker snorted. "Noted. But hey, if she's as good as you say, I don't care if she shows up in a damn swimsuit. As long as she get to work."

Allan pulled out his phone, dialing the Avengers. "You're in luck, Mr. Parker,," he said, glancing at Parker with a grin. "They just got back from Dubai. These women are always on the move—local, international, you name it. Makes my head spin just thinking about it."

Parker didn't care for the details. Dubai? Tokyo? Wherever. As long as they could do the job. He leaned back, hands stuffed in his pockets, waiting as Allan made the call.

Not long after, the door opened, and they walked in. The room shifted immediately—like the air itself got heavier. Alina and Claire came first, walking side by side as usual, their heels clicking in perfect sync. Then came Ava. She was last, but not because she trailed. No, she moved like she didn't need to rush—like everyone else would wait for her.

"Ladies," Allan said, standing up, spreading his arms like he was introducing rock stars. "Mr. Parker, meet the Real Estate Avengers."

They exchanged pleasantries, but Parker caught the way they all gave him that quick once-over, like they were sizing him up. Alina's glance was subtle, Claire's more direct. But Ava? She didn't just glance. She studied him for a second, eyes narrowing like she was calculating something. But then she broke into a smile—not the fake kind people use when they're trying to win you over. It was genuine, warm even.
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She stepped forward and was the first to speak. "Ava Kline," she said, her voice smooth but firm, extending her hand. "Good to meet you."

"Parker," he said simply, shaking her hand. Her grip was strong—no-nonsense.

To her surprise, he didn't even flinch under her gaze. Hell, he didn't even glance at her body. Most men—and honestly, even some women—had a hard time keeping eye contact with her for long without sneaking a peek. Not Parker.

For a kid who couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen, he had the kind of chill that usually came with age.

Even Allan, who'd met Ava countless times, couldn't help but sneak a glance now and then. But Parker? Nothing. Not a flicker of lust or distraction.

Interesting.

Ava liked him already.

After the intros and a quick rundown of their plan, Parker leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Alright, let's get rolling. Sophisticated Space. All of us. I wanna get started immediately."

Before anyone could respond, Ava raised a hand, her tone calm but firm. "Not necessary. I'll go with you myself," she said, glancing at Alina and Claire. "You two can handle the rest here."

Parker blinked, surprised for a second, but nodded. "Alright. Works for me." He paused, then smirked a little. "Guess it's just me and you, huh, Ms. Klein?"

"Looks like it," she replied, her tone light but professional.

Before they left, Parker shook Allan's hand, slipping him a sly grin. "Thanks for everything, Allan."

"No problem, Mr. Parker. You're all set. Just remember, you've got the best in the business now."

Parker nodded and he signed off on the $2 million retainer without blinking. Minutes later, his $20 million cashback hit his account like lightning. Faster than instant, as Allan would say.

But Parker wasn't done. He handed Allan an envelope with $1 million inside. "Split it between you and Alina and Claire."

Allan's eyes went wide. "You serious?"

Parker shrugged, already heading for the door. "You've earned it."

Ava watched the whole thing in silence, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. As they stepped outside, Alina mouthed something to Claire, both clearly stunned by the tip. Ava stayed quiet, though her eyes flicked to Parker with something close to curiosity.

"Generous," she finally said once they were alone, her tone laced with intrigue.

Parker smirked. "Let's just say I pay for quality. On y va, Ava. We've got work to do."

She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. This kid was definitely not your average teenager.

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I feel like getting a tip of a Dragon for the good work... 🥺🥹