I look up when my office door swing open. Sit down,” I said smoothly, voice too deep, too confident. The same voice that used to laugh at her in school hallways. “Looks like fate decided I’d still be running your life, huh?”Your throat tightened. You forced herself to sit, spine stiff. “You’re my attorney?”I hear you ask.
I smiled, slow and deliberate, like a wolf tasting the air. “That’s right. And from the look on your face, you’re thrilled to see me again.”
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