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Andrew looked between us. “Are you two fucking?”
“No!” “Not at all,” we both tried to save face.
“Where all in this firm have you had sex?”
“We’re not having sex, Mr. Hamilton.” Elizabeth’s cheeks reddened. “I’m appalled that you would even think that.”
“Okay.” Andrew looked at me and hit the emergency stop button. Jessica, bring me some Clorox wipes!”
SEVERAL CASES LATER
EMOTIONAL DISTRESS*
N. AN INCREASINGLY POPULAR BASIS FOR A CLAIM OF DAMAGES IN LAWSUITS FOR INJURY DUE TO THE NEGLIGENCE OR INTENTIONAL ACTS OF ANOTHER
ELIZABETH
Something wasn’t right.
I hadn’t spoken with anyone in the mob, tampered with a crime scene, or negotiated a backdoor bribe inweeks. Every client who made appointments with me had cases that I could handle in my sleep: estate disputes, property record keeping, and will revisions.
The only thing that was remotely familiar was Damien’s personal case.
When I made it to work, Jessica grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom.
“Mr. Carter hasn't been himself lately."
"What do you mean?"
She shot me a look.
"Okay, I've noticed," I said. "We've been working in the office for two straight weeks, and I'm getting cabin fever."
Sighing, she walked past me and checked all the stalls, ensuring we were alone. Then she placed her hands on my shoulders.
"I think you're having a good effect on him, but today is one of the days when it's best to steer clear of him outside of work."
"Is he--"
"He's not himself," she spoke slowly before looking away from me. “Just do the best you can.”
She left me alone, and I headed upstairs to his office.
Rachel and Tony, lawyers with far more experience than me, were already sitting in front of his desk as he scribbled notes on a legal pad.
"Miss Tanner is here now, so we can go over some of the new evidence we found," Rachel said.
Damien didn't look up.
He just continued writing.
"Give me one second." I grabbed a notebook and looked at them. "I'll take the notes. What case is this for?"
"Well, he hasn't really told us," she said. "He just gave us some information last week and told us to run with it. It's a fire proofing history for Sonny Caps Condos."
I looked over at Damien as he continued to tune us out.
Holding back a sigh, I bit my tongue. I’d become as obsessed with Sonny Caps as he was, but I’d learned to accept that nothing was there.
