d the air. I knew this night. The final, all-ni
his intern mistress, Chloe, after she ruined critical documents. Their
to oblivion, and died poor and alone, while Mark a
worst night of my life, with on
-this time directly onto the irreplaceable signature page. Mark, predictably, jump
e this second, I'm going to the clinic! I'll get rid of it!" He shoved me aside, spitting, "The firm ha
, and his client' s legacy for a flighty intern? How could such
walked to the head of the abandoned table. The game had changed. This time, I' d take