Thursday evening came and we were once again settled into the spacious conference room. Timothy had yet to arrive, so it was just Linda and I trapped in each other’s company. I couldn't help but notice how she arranged the files and documents on her desk, subtly pushing my work to the sidelines. S
"Evie, you've been such a great help," Timothy said to me, gratitude in his eyes. "And you too, Ms. Turner. I’m glad Evie has someone to take the load off, as much as she works." “I’m sure she needs it,” said Linda, and she turned on her heel and walked away. “I will be contacting you later, Ms. S
EVIE POV The evening had settled into a soothing rhythm, the city's distant hum fading as I prepared for bed, hoping to steal a few precious hours of rest before another demanding day at the firm. Just as I was about to switch off my laptop, an email notification blinked on my screen. It was fro
I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that clung to my spine as we stepped into the Clayton Sports Center. The stories I'd heard and read about Mr. Fitzgerald didn't paint a kind or forgiving picture. Linda, on the other hand, appeared remarkably calm. We climbed the polished oak staircase and found
“This isn’t over, Mr. Fitzgerald,” I stated firmly. “Consider this a warning.” He looked casually at his watch and shrugged. “Well, I won’t be considering anything right now since it’s about time for my lunch. You two may leave.” I didn’t budge, determined to stay firmly in place, but it shocked
As I hunched over my desk, the soft knock on my office door barely registered, and I only looked up when it swung open to reveal the last person I had expected to see – Timothy himself. He stood there, his expression a mixture of surprise and apprehension. "Timothy," I stammered, my voice betrayin
I stood up, following his movements. "Timothy, whether we like it or not, Linda is your best chance. I’ll still be here working on your case, even if it’s just from the sidelines." Timothy's eyes flashed with uncertainty and he looked over his shoulder. "That’s not good enough." Before I could r
My week began with a dose of determination as I waltzed into the office, clutching a hot cup of coffee in one hand and my ever-present briefcase in the other. It wasn't the Monday blues that got me down; it was the realization that this week marked the start of an all-out legal brawl, and I was step