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Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I smile, leaving the device hidden away. I don’t need any taunting or teasing from the surrounding assholes who think they’re better than everyone else just because they went to Harvard fucking Law.

Big deal.

These people aren’t my friends. I dislike a lot of them, hating the frat boy atmosphere that always develops when we’re altogether. They’re smart, though, dropping the stupid shit before Wallace or one of the other partners sees.

The men sniff out any signs of weakness, rejoicing when they find a way to catapult themselves to the top of the employee list, not caring who they damage in the process.

There won’t be any congratulations tossed my way when the announcement is made. No one will wish me luck. They’ll all be plotting ways to expose some dark secret of mine, wanting the position for themselves.

Selfish bastards.

My phone buzzes again, and my smile grows. I smile a lot more often these days, and I know RB is the source of this newfound excitement. We haven’t spoken since yesterday’s confessional, and I feel guilty.

I didn’t intend to push as far as I did, sharing the thoughts that have formed in the dark corner of my mind. They’re out there now, and I can’t take them back.

I don’t think I would if I could.

There are only hours until we meet. Friday and Saturday are going to crawl by, cruelly mocking me as I wait patiently to meet the woman who’s rocked my world.

God, I can’t wait to answer her in a few minutes.

A jarring laugh from the man to my right causes me to blink, focus returning to the scattered papers taking over my spot at the table and away from the hole burning in my pocket.

“Take Emma for example. She spends more time here than anyone else. There’s no way she’s getting laid.” Brad, one of my unfortunate colleagues, smirks.

A smatter of dull laugher accompanies the comment, the rambunctious amusement from seconds ago quieting. Only a festering pool of ugly testosterone occupies the room. While we have a few other female employees at the firm, Emma is the lone woman attorney. Our lack of diversity has always pissed me off. The majority of the employees are straight, white men who are so out of touch with reality and today’s world it hurts. If I get the partner spot, adding someone other than a person who looks like me is the top priority.

Fucking bullshit.

“Dude, come on. She’ll be here in a minute.”