My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I couldn't figure out whether it was indeed postmodernist, but I knew better than anyone what it meant when my name was hanging up there.

I didn't expect Aaron to be this eager and felt like rolling my eyes. "Are you sure you don't want to explain what's going on?" I asked.

"You're no fun," Aaron muttered, his enthusiasm immediately extinguished. He added in a dull voice, "Can't you see this? I know it's hard for you to stay idle at home, but no law firm can compare to having your very own. This place is yours from now on. The security is on par with our residence, so we don't have to worry too much about it."

Emma paced back and forth. After a thorough examination of the whole situation, she blurted, "You rented this whole floor?"

"What else? Do you really expect the Reid family to willingly share their land?" Aaron replied seriously.

The monthly rent for any of the office floors in this skyscraper was priced at more than a hundred thousand dollars. According to Aaron, the rent for this particular area would rack up to at least one million dollars in a single month. How much business could I bring in with only the status of an intern as my sole reputation?

I did not escape

procure any business. The Moore and Reid families send out contracts to lawyers every year, which involves a cash flow of more than a hundred million dollars. Rather than benefiting the outsiders, I think we can save costs by handing

wry smile, "Are both families

replied Aaron, opening his arms welcomingly as he strutted inside. "Come, take a look at your very own

and elegant style with a broad view. The biggest part of the office was

describe what it felt like. Maybe one day, when I was gone, this place

man in the suit greeted Aaron respectfully, then turned in my direction, bowing politely.

the well-dressed man. "The legal advisor of Reid Group, Fabian Levin. You can trust him. His team has already

had to take good care of them. Secondly, the law