Chapter 262 #Chapter 10 Crime & Punishment

Ella

The next day, I went to work with conviction set in my heart. I wouldn’t let this run-in with the mafia hold me back. If anything, it would only serve to fuel me.

But the moment my office door swung open, I knew something was wrong. Mr. Henderson’s face was an unnerving shade of red, and his eyes shot daggers at me. It seemed the walls had ears, and the news of my recent altercation with Logan had already reached him.

“Ella,” he started, his voice dripping with restrained fury, “did you really tear up a contract with one of the most influential clients this firm has ever had?” I squared my shoulders and met his gaze directly. “Yes, Mr. Henderson, I did.”

Mr. Henderson drew in a long, sharp breath that sounded like a hiss. “And why, pray tell, did you do that?”

“Because Logan Barrett is a member of the mafia, sir.”

Just then, Mr. Henderson leaned forward, his palms flat on the desk. “Do you have any idea of the penalty for breaching that contract? We can’t afford such an astronomical amount, especially not for a rookie like you!”

My chin lifted defiantly. “I’ll pay the penalty. Whatever it is.”

penalty, Miss Morgan, is substantial. Far beyond what I think you can afford. Although, I suppose you expect your

even as my insides churned with anxiety. “I’ll figure it out on my own. But I couldn’t-I wouldn’t-be

searched mine. “Why did

for the Mafia,” I responded, my voice unwavering. “I came to fight against them. I can’t-and I won’t-be

a hand over his weary face. “You’re a halfway decent rookie lawyer, Ella, but maybe your family has shielded you too much. You have these… naive

understand what Mr. Henderson was getting at.

“Our firm, Ella… We pay a tribute to Logan’s group every year. It

had been knocked out of me.

cost of doing business here. You were hoping to take on the Mafia, but the reality

realization that the very system I had hoped to cleanse was willingly in bed with the enemy left me feeling sick. I was battling a leviathan,

you here. As much as I believe in what you’re trying to do, it’s too dangerous. Not just for you, but for all

not from sadness but from a fiery rage. I was angry at the system, at the mafia, and at myself for

eyes or offer words of consolation. The murmur of

me. Panic, anger, frustration -all at once. The city I

pulling me from my thoughts. The screen showed Moana calling, her name accompanied by a

love. How was your day?” Moana asked cheerfully, clearly unaware of the

the sounds of plates and silverware clinking, water running, and various voices. I recognized the voices of our maids, Lily and Amy, and our elderly housekeeper, Selina-more of a live-in grandmother at

my throat, and tears rolled down my cheeks, each drop carrying a piece of

turned worried. “Are

to us. What happened?” Mustering as much strength as I could, I responded. “I’m okay, dad. Just…

was a pause. I could hear my dad’s voice: “I knew

come home. Our city has some great law firms. One of my Alpha friends even

clouded my mind. “At least not now.

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