Ask about her name.

"I have to know—what does your name mean?" you ask, far more captivated by the enigmatic stacked lawyer than the stacks of cash she’s just handed you.

"Oh, that," Cin replies with a knowing smile. "I changed it while I was at Yale. Your great-uncle’s idea."

"You changed your name because some eccentric old man suggested it?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"And because he offered ten thousand dollars for each letter," she adds, her smile deepening. "Plus a promise to get me into Harvard and a top-tier law firm."

"Oh, I see," you respond quietly, trying to digest the bizarre story.

"I wasn’t his mistress, if that’s what you’re wondering," Cin says, her tone suddenly more serious. "But he was into some crazy shit. He wanted his lawyer to be a witch. Being an attorney for the rich is already half cosplay, so I figured, why not go all the way if the money’s right? My main focus is criminal defense, but when it came to Berkley, Dee, and Hanson’s best-paying client, I was the only lawyer he would deal with."

"So, he had me change my name to Cinanna Von Lilit," she continues. "Cinanna, from 'Inanna,' the ancient Mesopotamian goddess of sensuality, war, and law. Why the extra 'C'? I think he just liked calling me 'Sin.' Lilit comes from 'Lilith,' the first witch and temptress of Mesopotamian and Jewish folklore. And the 'von'? It was just to give the name a bit more flair, I guess. Hell, it was an extra $30,000, so I didn’t care."

"And your original name was?" you ask, unable to suppress your curiosity.

Cin’s dark lips curve into a wicked grin. "Sorry, but only mind-blowing sex, or ****, or more likely both together, is going to get that from me."

"Any other questions?" she asks, her voice graced with playful challenge. "Or should we get down to business?"