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Stepping into Mr. Erickson’s office felt like entering the lion’s den. The dim lighting cast an air of formality over the space, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of apprehension as I closed the door behind me. Mr. Erickson, with his imposing presence and air of authority, was seated behind his desk, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Evie, come in,” he greeted, motioning for me to take a seat across from him. “I wanted to personally congratulate you on your recent victory in court. You handled the case brilliantly, and I always knew you had it in you.”

I mustered a smile, though my skepticism lingered just beneath the surface. Mr. Erickson had hardly been supportive of my endeavors before, often questioning my abilities and making my climb through the firm’s ranks all the more challenging. It was hard to believe his sudden change of heart.

“Thank you, Mr. Erickson,” I replied diplomatically, choosing my words carefully. “I appreciate your recognition.”

His smile widened, and he leaned forward, his fingers lacing together on the desk. “You see, Evie, I’ve been watching your progress closely. Your determination, your drive… it’s commendable.”

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity mingling with my wariness. “Is there a reason you called me in today, sir?”

His gaze held mine, his eyes seeming to bore into me. “I’ve been thinking, Evie. About your potential. About what you could achieve.”

My heart rate quickened, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. Something about his tone felt off, a touch too intimate for a professional setting.

“I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Erickson,” I replied cautiously. “But if there’s something specific you wanted to discuss…”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. “You know, Evie, success. often requires making connections. Aligning oneself with the right people.”

I frowned, my instincts sending warning signals through my mind. “I believe in earning my success through hard work and dedication, sir.”

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seemed to reverberate through the room. “Of course, of course. But sometimes, opportunities present themselves

sank, realization dawning upon me. I had heard rumors, whispers of the unsavory aspects of the legal world, the unspoken expectations that could come with climbing the ladder of success. But to have it suggested so blatantly, and by Mr. Erickson himself,

said firmly, my voice carrying a note of resolve, “I’ve worked tirelessly

regarded me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. “Very well, Evie. But you must understand, the legal world can be ruthless. It rewards those who are

and frustration bubbling to the surface. “I appreciate your perspective, Mr. Erickson, but I’ll continue to let

dripping with thinly veiled resentment. “Remember, Evie, the path to

weight of the encounter heavy on my shoulders. It was a stark reminder of the challenges that lay ahead, the murky waters I would need to navigate if I wanted

feeling of unease that clung to me. The encounter with Mr. Erickson had left the questioning everything, casting doubt on the very foundation of my career aspirations. But I refused to let his insinuations erode the principles that had guided me from

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my chair, I stared at on my desk, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. How had it come to this? I had worked tirelessly to prove myself, to earn my place in a profession dominated by towering figures, and yet it seemed that the shadows of doubt were always lurking at the edges,

media attention, Bruce’s threats, stalker Linda, and now the unsettling encounter with my own boss. It was as if the world around me had some strange

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my mouth. How many more people were going to take advantage of me? How many more obstacles would I have to overcome to truly be recognized

life had been a source of comfort

of his words? Linda’s revelation. had cast a shadow over everything I had felt, and

left me feeling vulnerable and exposed. I had suspected that he wouldn’t

was

was a battle I was determined to face, but the weight

suffocating.

the usual flurry of activity, phones ringing, keyboards. clacking, and the distant murmur of conversations. My gaze was

phone buzzed gently against my hip, drawing my focus away momentarily. I feared it was Timothy sending another apologetic text, but I was overcome with relief when I read

quick swipe, I unlocked my phone and

massage to? His name’s Mike and he actually came back to ask for my number

but chuckle softly at Aria’s excitement. It seemed that her healing

the screen as I

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