The elevator doors opened, and an exquisitely designed reception greeted us. On the wall, there seemed to be a sign covered by a striking piece of red cloth.

The moment John stepped out, the receptionist greeted him with a smile, “Mr. Stovall.”

“Mmm-hmm.” John nodded as he shot me and Emma a glance. The receptionist approached us and ushered us to where the red cloth was. “This way please.”

Standing in front of it, the receptionist handed me one end of it. “Ms. Stovall, if you may.”

“Pull it open,” John urged.

As I fumbled to pull the cloth away, I saw the words written on the sign: Scarlett Stovall Attorney At Law.

“Are you surprised? The logo has been designed by one of the most famous designers in the country. Doesn’t it give you the vibe of a modern independent woman?” John boasted. I wasn’t sure about the vibe, but I knew better than anyone what the name “Scarlett Stovall” symbolized.

the gun, I was at a loss. “Aren’t

it obvious? I know you’re feeling bored at home. So, isn’t having your own law firm better than working for someone else’s? Going

scrutinized the place.

family doesn’t need to share our territory,

definitely be above a million every month.

my frown

business in the near term. The Stovall and Moore family alone spend hundreds of millions in legal fees on external lawyers. Instead of benefitting someone else, wouldn’t it be better to use your

wryly. “Do they even need the

the money they have?” John shrugged while spreading his arms. He walked ahead and urged me

whole office was minimalistic yet grand. The largest room had the best lighting as it allowed the sunlight to shine through its large windows and provided an unobstructed view of

by a mixture of emotions. Perhaps, when I was

a

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