l before she ever turned the corner. I was at my desk, the one I' d occupied for a decade, organizing the discovery files for the big Harrison case.

it over a lukewarm coffee, his eyes avoiding mine. "Just a little more time, Jennifer. You' re i

to the office with the title of "Operations Manager," a position created just for her.

presence made the other paralegals go quiet,

harp thing. "My uncle and I have been revi

s, a five-figure sum that was a silent acknowledgment of my long hours an

announced, loud enough for the entire o

, my hands still. "Reduce

unpleasant smile

ble through the glass, watching us, a weak nod his only contribution.

and steady. "I handle more than just paralegal wo

less," Madisyn cut in. "Take it

Scott. But I needed that bonus. My savings were tied up, and Christmas was coming. I felt the eyes of

ger that rose in m

"Good. Glad you'

screen, the neatly organized folders blurring in front of my eyes. I had just agreed to my own ex