Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

After Allison got out of the hospital, she dove straight back into work, spending her days and nights untangling the Fisher Corporation cases.

These weren't your average cases, either-they were big, messy, and high stakes, with thick stacks of evidence to sort through. Even though someone had already organized everything once, Allison insisted on going over every single file herself, just to be sure.

Allison was nothing if not driven. The moment she was discharged, she threw herself into work, barely stopping to catch her breath. Most nights, she stayed late at the firm, her office glowing long after everyone else had gone home.

One night, her phone rang.

"Miss Carter, Grant still refuses to sign the divorce agreement. He tore it up. This afternoon, he and Cindy got into another huge fight. Cindy's already hired Patricia to represent her for the divorce."

Allison stood at her office's floor-to-ceiling windows on the twenty-second floor, looking out at the city sparkling with neon lights. In the glass, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection-calm, composed, not a hair out of place.

"Alright, I got it," she said.

She hung up and immediately printed out a new set of client contracts and authorization forms.

With her car keys in hand, Allison locked up the firm for the night and stepped into the elevator. Brooklyn, her assistant, followed behind.

her phone and dialed

voice came through, sharp

"Mr. Reynolds, it's Allison."

His irritation was obvious. "Haven't you already messed up

attempt had left Grant with nothing but resentment for Allison. And lately, Cindy hadn't stopped telling him that Allison was the reason the Reynolds Group had gone

set us up, tanked our company-are you calling just

laugh, her voice steady and cool. "You've got it all wrong,

if you

you do that? You already

replied, her tone unruffled, "there's something

continued, voice

matter-of-fact, "The Reynolds Group

go under

Yn

would stay with the company. After bankruptcy, Shawn wouldn't have to pay a dime himself. But here's the

company yourself, Mr. Reynolds. I'm sure you know exactly what