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The next day, I found myself sitting quietly on the couch, waiting for the time to arrive. He said it
would be at noon, though that seemed too far away.
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Rolling over, I reached for the remote control on the nightstand and turned on the television. The
news was already on, though they were discussing other local drama. I tried not to give into the
boredom, and it eventually paid off.
My heart skipped a beat as the reporter announced some breaking news and Timothy’s face
emerged. He faced a small group of reporters, microphones thrusted in his face, smiles stered
on hid lips. The headline shed across the bottom of the screen: “Timothy Calls Off Engagement to
Ste Fitzgerald.”
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the screen. Every word and image felt like something that would
y out of a telenov. Aria appeared from her room, her disheveled hair and sleep–fogged eyes
bearing witness to the early
hour.
“What?” she gasped. “Evie, is this… Is this true?”
I nodded slowly, my eyes still glued to the screen. “He had already told me he would. Guess this
makes it
official.”
She moved to my side, cing aforting hand on my shoulder. “Wow. He ismitted.”
I quirked an eyebrow, not sure what she meant by that, and I was slightly afraid of digging deeper.
Either way, the news continued on, and the typical fan spection followed after. I lowered the
volume and turned to Aria,
unable to help the smile that emerged.
“It just feels like a weight has been lifted. I guess Ste’s finally letting go, though it took some
force,” I said with
a huff.
Aria kissed her teeth and shook her head. “Didn’t think she’d utch her ws after all this time,
but it worked out. I trust Scarlett paid you handsomely?”
“She did,” I said, nodding rapidly. Scarlett made the transfer rather quickly, and seeing it in my bank
ount was almost liberating. I had given me the kick that I needed toward progression, and after
seeing Timothy’s own victory, I figured that I couldn’t stall mine forever.
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I scrambled off of the couch and rushed to my bedroom. I began searching for something to wear,
my mind racing with ns and ideas. Aria watched me with concern, her gaze never wavering.
“Where are you going?” she asked, standing in the doorway as she peered in.
“I’m going to my old firm,” I told her. “To do what I’ve been waiting to do since I was fired.”
Aria followed me into the closet, her eyes wide as she watched me pull on a pair of ck cks and
a crisp white. blouse. “Do you think that’s a good idea, Evie? I mean, considering the way you left…
he might not be so agreeable.”
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I shrugged, a wave of anger coursing through me. “I don’t care about that right now, Aria. I need to
clear my name. I worked hard to be in that firm and he knows it.”
With that, I grabbed my purse, my keys, and headed for the door. Aria followed me, her expression
conflicted. She knew as well as I did that I needed to get to the bottom of this mess, but she also
understood the potential bacsh.
The drive to my oldw firm was a silent one, the anticipation of it weighing down my stomach like a
block of lead. As I pulled into the parking lot, my heart pounded in my chest, making my teeth
vibrate with every beat.
Walking into the building was a surreal experience. It had been a couple of months since I hadst
set foot inside, and the air felt heavy with the memories of my time there. The receptionists eyes
widened in shock as ! passed her desk, but I paid her no mind. I had more important things on my
mind.
The office had gone through some changes since I left. New faces, new decor, but the underlying
structure remained the same. I ignored the hushed whispers and curious nces as I made my way
to Mr. Erickson’s office.
The door was closed, but I didn’t bother knocking.
I swung the door open, my anger and determination evident in my stride. Mr. Erickson, still portly
with thinning hair and sses perched on his nose, looked up from his paperwork. Surprise,
followed by a sh of annoyance, crossed his features.
“Evie,” he said, his voice tight with disapproval. “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t bother with pleasantries. I squared my shoulders, the anger and determination coursing
through my veins. “I’m here to set things straight.”
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He removed his reading sses and leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes assessing me with a
mixture of skepticism and condescension. “Set things right? What are you talking about?”
I took a step closer to his desk, my gaze locked onto his. “I’m here to tell you that you have been
served. I’m suing you for harassment and wrongful termination.”
Mr. Erickson’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, and his earlier annoyance was reced by
bbergasted shock. He sputtered for a moment, struggling to find his words. “You’re suing me?”
With a nod, I reached into my bag and pulled out the legal documents, sliding them across his desk.
Mr. Erickson hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering over the papers, as if touching them
would make the situation all
too real.
“This is ridiculous! You don’t have a case here, Evie.”
The anger surged within me, fueled by the memories of how he had treated me. “Maybe, but I’ll fight
for what’s right. I won’t let you or anyone else destroy my life without a fight.”
“You can’t do this,” he finally said, his tone a mix of desperation and anger. “You left this firm of your
own ord. You have no grounds for awsuit.”
I couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “I left because I was pushed to my limits, Mr. Erickson. You
and this firm made it impossible for me to stay. You allowed rumors to circte about me without
any proof. You condoned the harassment I faced, yours included, and you terminated me without
cause. I have every right to take legal action.”
He leaned back in his chair, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You may think you have a case, Evie,
but you’ll soon find out that I have the resources to bury you in legal battles. You won’t win.”
I met his gaze without flinching. “I’ll take my chances. You may have power and money, but I have
the truth on my side. I won’t let you or anyone else nder my name and get away with it.”
Leaving Mr. Erickson in his office, stunned and flustered, I felt a sense of satisfaction that I hadn’t
experienced in a long time. But I knew that this was just the beginning of a long and arduous battle
to clear my name.
As I made my way back through the office, the shock and whispers of my former colleagues
followed me like a shadow. They couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed, and I couldn’t me
them. After all, it wasn’t every day that someone took on the powerful figurehead of the firm.
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