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At that exact moment, Knox stands up, opens the door to his office, and directs the girl out.
She doesn’t move, sniffling and jerking in place, then she goes to him. “Please…I have no one to ask for help.”
“Yes, you do. A thousand other attorneys, in fact. I’ll have my secretary send you a list of recommendations.” He’s speaking calmly albeit emotionlessly, like when he promised to find what I’m hiding the other day. “Besides, I’m a criminal defense attorney. Come back when you need to stay out of prison.”
“I don’t care. I’ve done my research and I know you aren’t afraid of a challenge and could take on a civil case if you wanted to.”
“I just said I don’t want to. Best of luck finding another attorney.”
“No one is like you. Please. They’re scared to go against him.”
“Not my problem. Have a nice day.”
And with that, he goes back to his office and closes the door and pulls down the blinds. The girl nearly collapses and has to grip the wall for balance.
“Told you.” Daniel grins. “You’ll pay me later. Now, back to work.”
They buzz to their desks and he strides to his office humming a tune.
The scene from a moment ago vanishes as if it never existed.
Everyone seems to have forgotten about the girl who’s slowly walking to the elevators, still using the wall to hold her up.
I follow her and click the call button when her hand shakes, unable to push it.
“Thank you.” She sniffles, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Then she’s touching her elbow again, and there’s a spot there, a hint of something violet that seems to have been hidden with foundation.
My chest squeezes and all I can see is how Mom used to do the same to hide the bruises, especially from me.
“Don’t take it personally,” I whisper. “He doesn’t accept many cases.”
“I know, but he was my last hope. I heard he doesn’t care who he goes up against, but maybe he does. Maybe everyone is right. Maybe I shouldn’t have started this.”
“No,” I tell her without thinking. “Don’t say that, please. You’re doing the right thing.”
She looks up at me then, her dark eyes filled with moisture, but she’s not crying anymore, because there’s a little smile there. “Thank you for saying that. You don’t know how much it means to me.”
The elevator dings open and she smiles again before she steps in.
But I don’t like the way it disappears the moment she’s inside, how her shoulders hunch and the tears come back.
Maybe there’s something I can do.
A crazy idea forms in my mind.
Knox told me he’s coming after me, but he won’t know what hit him when the tables are turned.
8
KNOX
Iclench and unclench my fingers, but it’s impossible to keep typing.
The hurricane that’s brewing inside me is unable to be squashed or derailed. It’s not only eating everything in its path, but it’s also destroying any semblance of calm I’ve held on to for decades.
The shadows crowd over my shoulders, whispering, murmuring, getting sickeningly close to my ears.
They started when I was five and haven’t stopped.
