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
The drive downtown had been hectic alongside the morning work rush. Cars were honking and cutting others off, making me slightly weary of the possible commute should we commit to anything. We eventually reached the apartment complex and found a lot beside it to park the car. There was a nice breeze
There wasn’t much to discuss on the way home, at least nothing that would lead back to an unfavorable outcome.In the passenger seat, Aria sat with her arms crossed and her face pinched into a scowl. It didn’t feel appropriate to coerce her into light conversation, but I hated seeing her so upset. S
“If that’s what you want to tell yourself!” I hissed. “But I’m not taking any more of your gifts. You don’t have to bribe me into winning this case.”Timothy wrinkled his nose. “These aren’t bribes, Evie.”“Well, whatever they are,” I interrupted, tossing a stray hair out of my face, “They are vergi
The day of the trial had arrived, and I felt a peculiar mix of anticipation and dread as I approached the imposing courthouse. My steps echoed on the cold, marble floors as I made my way inside. I spent the entirety of the car ride here reviewing reciting my points, attempting to sound as confident