“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
That set me on edge. His tone wasn’t serious, but the prospect of waiting for a surprise didn’t carry the same appeal these days. “Yeah, sure,” I said with a rapid nod. “Just give me a moment to get my things.” “Of course. I’ll wait for you in the hall.” As he left the room, I noticed that the
“A gift?” A smile crept across my face as curiosity gnawed at me. "You really didn't have to get me anything, Timothy." He chuckled. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. You're not just an exceptional lawyer, Evie; you're a good person. The effort you’ve put into my case means a lot to me." H
Timothy's jaw tightened, his disappointment evident. "I understand. I just…I care about you, and seeing you in so much stress, it's hard not to want to help. But I’ll back off." As I looked into his eyes, I saw a warmth and affection that made my heart ache. "I'm sorry, Timothy," I said, my voice
That night had turned into an unexpected celebration at the local bar. It was the nicest one in town, at least in terms of cleanliness. We figured we’d invite Lucas out as well, and he swiftly accepted the offer. We had ordered a few rounds of every drink on the specials menu and downed them with re