There was an unpleasant atmosphere in the firm. The orchestra of clicking keyboards and humming printers did little to distract me from the watchful eyes that lurked all around. I hadn’t had a moment of peace since my name came to be associated with Timothy’s. I sat at my desk, poring over a stack
their agreement, I could understand why Jasper was so stumped. “It says here that Mr. Downs at least owned the trademark for the logo. Do you know when or if it was renewed?” I asked Jasper. He shrugged, pencil tucked between his teeth as he rocked back in his chair. “It expired just a month ago,
As I drove home from the law firm, my mind swirled with conflicting emotions. The day had been a whirlwind, from assisting Jasper with his work to the impending confrontation with Bruce. The weight of it all was starting to take a toll on me, and doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve. The sun di
TIMOTHY POV Timothy couldn't shake the weight of his conversation with Josh from his mind as he walked into the hockey arena. The revelation that Bruce had been blackmailing him had shaken him to the core, and it was a burden he couldn't carry alone. But as he laced up his skates and prepared for a
My heart raced like a runaway train as I stood outside the discreet hotel room, fear and determination churning within me like a stormy sea. This was it—the culmination of months of careful planning and nerve-wracking risks. I took a deep breath, adjusting the recorder taped to my thigh, its weight
"No more games, Evie," he hissed, his breath hot against my skin. I struggled against his grip, my heart racing as I tried to wriggle free. "Let go of me, Bruce!" I howled. His laughter was chilling, a sound that echoed with the darkness that resided within him. "You think you can just walk away f
Timothy stepped out of the car, his face a canvas of guilt and disbelief. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, all the words we couldn't say hung in the air between us. Suddenly, he came rushing toward me, wrapping me in a hug that felt all to comforting. Trapped in his warm hold, I could barely c
I wanted to dismiss Timothy from my life after all this, but why did that feel so wrong? The interrogation room was stark and cold, the harsh fluorescent lights casting an unforgiving glare on everything. I sat there, the weight of the events that had unfolded hanging heavy around me. The officers