XIV

• Author: Lindsay Cameron
• Profession: Corporate attorney
• Pages: 123-131

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D I   lights on in my oce when I le last night? For a

brief moment I marveled at how strange it felt to even say it in my

mind: my oce. Sadir had nally moved out into his own oce two

days ago—long past time for a third year associate, but there’d been

a shortage—leaving me the coveted spot by the window. I’d have

another ocemate in a few weeks when the oce shue settled, but

right now I was relishing having my own space.

I’m certain I turned the lights o and closed the door. I’d gone home

around four in the morning to catch a catnap, take a shower, and

change into my suit of armor. Instinctively, I knew I would need a

pick-me-up today, so I’d selected my favorite black, stretch-wool suit

with a silk chion tank, complemented by beige Louboutin leather

pumps. Slung over my shoulder, like a soldier’s machine gun, was my

leather Alexander Wang ap messenger bag. I was dressed for battle.

I might be taking my orders from a sergeant who needed medication

to control his anger issues and sharing the barracks with a she-devil,

but it didn’t matter. In my suit of armor, I felt like a lawyer. Invincible.

At the moment, though, wariness crept through my bleary mind.

Was someone in there? It was only 8:00 ..—too early for Rita to

be at work. I quickened my step and burst into my oce just as the

intruder reached for something on my desk.

“Mackenzie!” Sarah paused in the act of dropping a marked-up

document on my desk. “Look who nally decided to come into work

today.” I noticed a slight shake in her voice.

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