of the chair in front of his desk, my entire body stiff as his words echoed in my head. Walk away? After everything I had done for this firm? After the years I spent proving myself? I had given this

"This isn't smart," I had shot back. "This is illegal." He had sighed, rubbing his temples, as if I was the one frustrating him. "You're making this harder than it needs to be." "You're asking me to commit obstruction of justice." "I'm asking you to choose a side." His voice had hardened then, the mask slipping just for a second. "You're either with me, or you're against me." And like the idiot I was, I had still thought I had a choice. I had walked out of his office that day, my head held high, thinking I could fight him. By the next morning, my access to the firm's system was revoked. My office was emptied. My colleagues people I had trusted, people I had fought alongside in court were laughing behind my back. They had all known. Nathaniel had made his choice. And he had made sure I wouldn't have one. But the worst part? The real knife to the gut? Was Danielle. I had stormed into Nathaniel's office, ready to fight, only to find her standing beside him. Arms crossed. Chin high. That smug, victorious smirk on her lips. She had been my closest friend. The one person I had trusted outside of work. And she had walked right into my place. Because she was willing to do what I wouldn't. Nathaniel had wanted my body. He couldn't have it, so he took the next best thing. And the way she looked at me, as if she had won it made me want to burn the entire building down. Nathaniel had onl