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• Author: Lindsay Cameron
• Profession: Corporate attorney
• Pages: 173-180

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I   V’ oce clutching a fresh legal pad and an

expanding le pocket bursting with Highlander transaction docu-

ments. Back to life, back to reality. It was a relief to be back in New

York aer my disheartening trip home. It had been upsetting not to

be able to give my family anything they wanted—not my attention,

my time, or even a decent gi. At least when I was in New York, I

was far away from Mom’s concerned looks and my nephews’ disap-

pointed faces. I didn’t have to expend my energy pretending that

work wasn’t rst and foremost in my mind—here, it was and it was

expected to be.

Vincent nodded a greeting in my direction, eyes xed on his com-

puter screen, as I took a seat on the plush couch o to the side of

his desk. It was December 30th and he’d just returned from Mexico.

He’d urgently requested a status meeting before he departed for his

annual New Year’s ski trip to Aspen. God forbid he waste a second

of time during his twenty-four hour layover in New York.

Vincent’s oce was in the opposite corner of the building from

Saul’s and the interior of his oce reected their dierences. Family

pictures set in Tiany platinum frames of various sizes were arranged

on the large mahogany book shelf against the far wall: one of a teen-

age boy with sharp features, pictured at the beach, surf board in

hand; a school picture of a girl with braces, with a smile that looked

just like her father’s; another of Vincent and his wife, dressed up in

black tie garb, posing in front of a grand staircase. A mug boasting

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