zed above, casting a pale, sterile glow over the dull gray walls and plastic chairs. Cecilia Brooks sat s
ind that settled deep in you
a voice called
ront of her navy blouse, a
Administrative Office. Her glasses were perched low on her nose,
across the desk. "Due to budget cuts and restructuring,
d here for five years. My performance r
issue. The department's downsizing. Unfortunately, seve
istrative assistant. I handled case scheduling,
d said this a hundred times before. "Your severance will be proc
tared at
r spending in the travel budget. She hadn't accused anyone-she'
ghtly as she picked u
-
le who once shared coffee breaks with her avoided her eyes, no
ked what
sun glared off the sidewalks of downtown Atlan
the street and heading toward t
for rent in
npaid uti
in her check
her landlord: "Last warning.
n't cried yet, but her eyes b
ls began pinching her feet. She slipped them off an
grilled cheese and garlic fries wafting into the air. H
ept w
for snacks. She barely
e had stability. A government paycheck, modest but dep
or the pedestrian light to change. Her gaze drifte
e. Maybe a temp agency would have something. Maybe her sist
OOO
ar horn tore thr
street without realizin
eed. The driver slammed the brakes, tires shri
lia
hing s
iver's-dark, sharp,
, im
r tumbling to the ground. Pain shot through her elbow as
through near
door f
ll, well-built, and far too good-looking for a moment like this. His black hair w
. "Are you okay? Ar
up, wincing. "I thi
one was firm but calm.
cratch." She sat up despite
signs of distress. "You s
. "I don't need one. I
believe her. "I hi
et without looking. I'm
ght off guard.
d me enough today. I
like he didn't know whether
a good look at
. I kno
running a hand through hi
aw dr
brilliant, and chronically featured in business magazines and social media g
e'd hit her
cou
. "Well, I guess the unive
nt. "You really don't wan
bruised, I
noticed someone across the st
idened. "P
t as a second
mn
began crow
her gather her things. "Come on. B