and dread hung in the air. I kne

n the worst ni

mpson-Sterling merger. A billion-dollar deal han

this night

d his post. He ran to his intern mistress, Chloe, after I scold

ss the deadline. The merger collapsed. Mr.

ned it a

ocuments. I was disbarred. I was sued

y her powerful family, took

showed 8:00 PM. Four hours until the de

, I am so,

conference room. A dark stain was spreading across the pric

my heart a cold, ha

who was barely qualified to fetch cof

inal documents. You ca

y, a stark contrast to the

d. "I didn't mean to

uences," I said, my eyes locking with h

he now-empty coffee mug onto the table w

face a mask of fury directed at me. "Sarah! W

the signature page, Ma

er!" he hissed. "She's up

ing the piles of documents, the

ike la

t it happen. I stepped in fr

s in less than four hours. Mr. Thompson's entire company,

rrogance. "My responsibility is to my team. Ch

causing a disaster. I am your senior paralegal and your

ove we once shared was a distant, faded memory, replaced b

of my way

Chloe. He answered it instantly, his v

at's wrong? I'm

h the phone, even from a few feet away. Th

d, Mark, I'm going to the clinic. I

his phone back to me, his eyes filled w

ved me

heavy conference table. A sharp pain shot t

't even g

or a reason," he spat out, his voice

stunned silence and the wrec

heart aside. I looked at the shocked faces of the junior

as my

rity they had never heard from me before. "But we are not goin

f the table, to the se

get t