Evie

The last day. I felt the entirety of my life resting upon this pivotal moment. It was do or die. And it felt like I was dying. I had given my entire soul to finding a worthy client. And no one followed through. I watched the clock wind down. Ten minutes. I had ten minutes to pull off a miracle.

But obviously, I had no such luck. I didn’t have Jasper’s resources and money. All I had was a Jellar report card and a piece of paper that said I could attempt being a lawyer.

“Well, well,” Jasper sighs, popping his head over the cubicle wall. “It’s too bad about the internship, Evie. I almost thought you had it.”

“Shut up,” I growl.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Evie,” he says, poking out his bottom lip. “I tried to spare your feelings–”

“I can’t wait for someone to burst your little bubble,” I snap angrily. “Look at you with daddy’s money and daddy’s contacts. You didn’t prove anything to anyone here. I put in the hard work and I put in the time–”

His face darkened. “And look where that got you,” he says grimly. “Nothing but a participation trophy and a pink slip. You’re not anything special because you worked harder. Honestly, Evie. You’re the most naive girl I have ever met.”

I did all I could to stop the hurt from making its way to my eyes. But I could feel it tightening my throat. I stand up quietly, gathering my things.

I was just so tired of everything. I had plans. I was on track to be an amazing attorney. I studied my life away for this, only to be held back by my own lack of personability.

It was all meaningless. It felt like ever since that night, my life has been spinning out of control and I don’t know how to stop it. This was exactly what I was afraid of. All that hard work was wasted.

Maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. Nothing ever came easy for me. Coming out of high school as valedictorian gave me a false sense of confidence. Everyone had told me I was spectacular as a student. But being a great student didn’t guarantee I’d be a great attorney.

I don’t remember how I got home, only that when I did, Aria was at my door. She leaned casually against the wall, arms folded.

“Hey, stranger,” she says mischeviously.

I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to flip out and lose control of my anger. “Hey, Aria,” I say, forcing a smile to my face. “What’s up?”

she grins. “There’s a press conference about to start on

a plastic bag for me. “It’s from

to a bit of comfort food right about now. “French fries?”

“Extra ranch.”

moaned. “Fine,” I say, unlocking my

you know you love

I do,” I whine. “I want that

the door and you’ll

quickly plop down on the couch. I reach for the remote and turn on

order simply.

up,” she answers, handing me the paper wrapped

wrapper, I take a bite, moaning

swallowing her own bite. “How

over and I would have

out a heavy

just… over it,” I grumble. “I’m

thank god,” she

the commentators come back

have a great show ahead for our viewers,” one says excitedly. “We have our reporters down at Clayton

I mean, right out the gate, he comes in with fantastic

to hear what Mister Hayes has to say about the season.”

jumps over to a room with a long table. At its center sat my number one pick for who I’d like to see get slammed into a wall at the next

Hayes,” a reporter

the reporter’s direction. “How are

and I was curious on how you feel your chances are at winning the

know what I think,” he began. “It’s anybody’s to win at this point. It’s early in

what your publicist wants you to think,” the reporter added. “Tell us what you really think.”

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