Has Jeremy finally met his match?

     Lifting his good arm to knock, the door opened before his knuckles made contact.
     Agent Price had to be the most cold and indifferent woman he'd ever had the privilege of meeting. Not that it was a privilege so much as a misfortune. Dressed all in black except for the white shirt beneath the suit jacket, her apathetic expression remained steady.
      "I see Doctor Baldwin took care of you, Mr. Carrington, and you're only twenty minutes late."
      Jeremy snickered, but refrained from commenting as he stepped into the office and she shut the door behind him.
      "Normally I would require more appropriate attire, but I'll make an exception." She looked down at his un-tucked shirt with blood splattered up one sleeve. "Have a seat."
     Scowling, he sat down. He detested this woman. If they were anywhere but here, he would take her down a few notches.
     She continued speaking as she walked around the desk and sat down. "I was surprised when I was told you called to make an appointment," she noted in a cool tone, "considering the outcome of our last meeting."
     "My temper sometimes gets the best of me" he casually defended.
     "And does that happen often?"
     Jeremy took a deep breath. "On occasion."
     "I see."
     "You don't appear too concerned," Jeremy observed, casting his eyes around the room. "Your sidekick not on staff today?"
      Her dark eyes held his as she glanced down at his arm held secure in the sling.      
     "Hardly necessary."
     She opened a file on her desk, and scanned it quickly.
     "Why have you come here today, Mr. Carrington? You understand the law and must abide by it. What remains for us to discuss?"
      This woman was like fingernails on a chalkboard, grating on his every nerve, but somehow he managed to stay calm, mashing his tongue between his back teeth until he tasted blood.
     "I want a re-examination of my case."
     "It isn't necessary. You have no blood tie to the child, do you?"
     "No," Jeremy mouthed.
     "But Mr. Mathews does, isn't that correct?"
     "Yes."
     "Were you bonded to Alana's mother, Elisa?" she continued to press.
     A nerve began to pulse in the side of Jeremy's jaw.
     "No," he growled.
     "Was Mr. Mathews bonded to Elisa?"
     She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing all of the right buttons in an attempt to push him over the edge and reveal just how quickly he could lose control.
     "Yes," he muttered.
     "The facts are straight forward, Mr. Carrington. The law will prevail."
     "The facts are not straight forward," he snapped, "I'm the only father that little girl has ever known. I've raised her since her mother died. She is all I have left."
     His raised voice and the fact he'd leaned forward menacingly in his chair didn't faze her.
      "I'm not in the business of emotion, Mr. Carrington," she answered, "my job is to evaluate the facts and uphold Pack Law. Sympathy has no place in my line of work."
     Jeremy leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her face and a sneer on his tight-lipped mouth.
     "I just want to know one thing."
     "And that would be?" she inquired.
     "Were you a bitch before you took this job, or did this position turn you into the bitch you are now?"