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It was Mr. Gafford, a lawyer at the firm. There was someone with him, presumably a client.Mr. Gafford immediately noticed Iris' flustered demeanor.'Why is she so flustered?' he thought. Then, he recalled the rumors circulating within the firm about Iris' relationship with Jason. A spark of curiosity ignited in his eyes.Could the rumors be true?"What's wrong, Miss Glover?" Mr. Gafford asked probingly.Iris quickly adjusted her expression, trying to appear composed.Jason, in his usual cold and indifferent demeanor, asked, "How can I help you, Mr. Gafford?"Mr. Gafford turned to Jason. Upon seeing his icy expression, the gossip fire in his eyes was instantly doused."I have something to discuss with you," he quickly explained."Come in, then," Jason instructed, walking over to the couch and taking a seat. He cast a fleeting glance at Mr. Gafford, a look that seemed to exert an invisible pressure. His mere presence felt oppressive, like a mountain quietly asserting its domina

Noticing Iris coming back in, Professor Sandler pretended to observe the fish."Shall I make dinner, Prof?" she asked. Professor Sandler lived alone. His family wanted to hire a maid for him, but he refused because he did not like having a stranger in the house. Therefore, he usually cooked for himself. His specialty dish was spaghetti."No, no, let's eat out. Dinner's on me," Professor Sandler replied. "I usually eat late, so we'll go later. Oh, I almost forgot, I need to grab something from the small shop downstairs."With that, he left, but not before instructing Iris, "You guys can eat the chestnut cakes.""I'll go get it for you, Prof," she offered.Professor Sandler waved his hand dismissively. "You don't know what it is. Just stay here and wait for me. Oh, and keep Jason company. He's usually busy so he doesn't visit often. Please entertain him for me."Iris couldn't refuse Professor Sandler's request, so she nodded and said, "Okay."After he closed the door, Iris pondere

Speaking of work, Iris stood up to express her gratitude. "Professor Sandler, I know Mr. Just only took me under his wing because of you. I'd like to offer you a toast as a token of my respect, even though it's not wine." She toasted Professor Sandler, then emptied her glass in one go.Professor Sandler waved his hand with a smile. "No need to thank me. You should thank Jason instead. He never mentors people, but he's willing to mentor you because he sees your potential. Just make sure you work hard and don't let him down, or me for that matter." He emphasized the last part.Iris turned to Jason, but still evaded his eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Just. I'll raise a toast to you as well." She refilled her glass and held it up with both hands.However, Jason stopped her from drinking. "Don't worry about it. If you drink so much water, your stomach will be too full for dinner."Professor Sandler laughed heartily, his deep voice filling the room. He turned to Jason. "She's quite clever, isn't

Iris' eyes brightened. "I'm not going."For her, work was the highest priority; everything else could wait.Jason pursed his lips, but upon closer inspection, one would see a subtle smile tugging at the corners.Iris was unaware of that. She was busy texting Yvonne: [Yvonne, I’m sorry, I can’t make it. There's a case I have to handle.]Yvonne replied with a [?], then followed up with [Okay.]The nature of being a lawyer meant there were no fixed hours, and Yvonne understood this. "I'll hang out with Denise then."Iris noted that they were already on a first-name basis. They must be getting pretty close.Iris knew Yvonne well. Denise must have invested a lot of money through her.She smiled and put her phone away as the car arrived at her apartment complex.Jason stepped out. "Follow me.""Alright," Iris replied....In Jason's house, he handed her a case file. Though he received many cases, he would only take on some of them. The minor cases posed no challenge to him, s

"Can you stop calling me that?" Jason said. He did not like her formal attitude with him. "It feels as if I'm just your boss...""But you are my boss," Iris replied, puzzled by his discomfort. She felt the way she addressed him was perfectly fine.Jason fell silent."You can think of me as a friend too," he added, indicating that she did not have to be so formal with him.Iris blinked a few times in confusion. He didn't drink any alcohol today. What's up with him?She believed there was nothing wrong with the way she addressed him. Even if he was her friend, Jason was someone she admired, so she should show him proper respect.…After returning home, Iris lay on her bed, her mind preoccupied with the case. Based on what's written on the case file, she was unable to formulate a better solution.Her phone buzzed. Yvonne sent her a picture of a muscular man.Yvonne also texted: [You missed out! Today’s guys are exceptionally good-looking!]Smiling, Iris replied: [Take it easy]