8: Beatrice

I woke the next day with a pounding headache. It was a miracle that I had managed to sleep at all after the wine that I had consumed and the excitement that I had spent the evening dodging. I looked at the clock on the bed beside me, seeing the early hour. It was an even bigger miracle that I had woken early enough to make it to work on time.

Callie was sleeping peacefully in the bed next to mine. It was better if she slept in another hour, she was never going to be a morning person and it was just before six. Waking her now would be cruel and unusual punishment for both her and me. I had time to run down and grab breakfast for us before we had to figure out the plan for the day.

I couldn't go into the firm without a plan. We all knew Mark would have one. I wasn't about to let Mark get the better of me. The last, and only time he had gotten the better of me, I