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I glanced at the running tally and smiled faintly. This was obviously a ploy to fleece me as the newcomer. But with my bank card restored by my father Richard Winters, this amount was insignificant. I decided to treat it as a fee to smooth workplace relations.
Midway through the meal, I excused myself to use the restroom. As I stood, Valerie called out mockingly, “Lawyer Winters, where are you going? Running away without paying the bill? Hahaha.”
The table erupted in awkward laughter. I turned to her, my face cool and voice icy.
“Going to the restroom. Or do you want to follow me if you’re so worried?”
Valerie’s smile faltered slightly. “Just joking, no need to take it seriously.”
I ignored her and stepped out of the private room, walking toward the restroom. As I passed the elevator, I unexpectedly locked eyes with a familiar face.
Connor Rivers stood there, surrounded by several sharply dressed pack members. His ice-blue eyes registered surprise before warming instantly at the sight of me.
“Livvy? What brings you here?” he asked, quickly approaching me.
His group had clearly just finished dinner on an upper floor. I smiled lightly, genuinely pleased to see him. “Connor, what a coincidence. I’m here treating my new colleagues.”
Knowing I’d just started at Moonlaw, his tone softened with concern. “How’s your first day? Are you doing well?”
I decided to conceal the petty bullying. No need to burden him with such trivial matters. “Everything’s good.”
“Almost done? I can give you a ride,” he offered.
“Still early, go ahead,” I declined politely.
He nodded, then added gently, “It’s far from your apartment. Did you call a pack escort?”
I shook my head. “No, I’ll just head back to the apartment nearby.”
“Alright. Be careful on your way.”
“I will.”
We parted with a warm air lingering between us. I continued to the restroom, my mood considerably lightened by our brief encounter.
When I returned to the private room, the meal continued with more forced camaraderie and subtle digs from Valerie. Finally, as the evening wound down, I approached the cashier to settle the bill.
“Your bill has already been settled,” the staff informed me with a respectful smile.
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Who else but Connor? I smiled with gratitude and pulled out my phone to text him:
“Connor, thank you.”
His reply came quickly: “No need for thanks with me.”
Then another message appeared: “Are you done? I’m waiting in the outdoor parking lot by the exit. I don’t feel safe letting you go home alone at night.”
My heart warmed at his quiet protectiveness. I replied, “Almost done. I’ll be there soon.”
Soon, my colleagues began spilling out of the room. Some male coworkers, drunk on expensive wine, needed cabs that I kindly helped arrange.
Valerie strutted to her Honda Civic in the parking lot, lowering her window smugly as she called out, “Lawyer Winters, I’m heading off first. Good luck getting home, bye.”
I smiled placidly. “Good night.”
When most had left, I gently inquired about Jade’s address, concerned about the young intern getting home safely.
She said shyly, “No need, I live nearby, just a few blocks away. Lots of people outside, super safe even for a beta like me.”
I nodded. “Alright, see you tomorrow.”
Jade hesitated, then ran back blushing. “Lawyer Winters, thank you again for today. You’re really kind. I heard you don’t have an assistant yet. If you need help with briefs or files, just let me know.”
My lips curved into a soft/smile. “Thank you. I will.”
After the intern scurried away, I headed to the parking lot where Connor waited in his luxury SUV. I slid into the passenger seat, immediately enveloped in the vehicle’s comfortable warmth.
“Thank you for waiting,” I said as he pulled out of the parking space.
“Where to?” he asked, his eyes focused on the road.
I gave him the address of my apartment opposite Riverdale University. “I’m planning to live there permanently for work convenience.”
Connor nodded approvingly. “Good. I’ll come visit often.”
We drove in comfortable silence until we reached my building. As he pulled up to the entrance, I smiled. “Alright, I’m heading upstairs now. Bye.”
Just as I was about to get out, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen, my brows suddenly knitting tight.
“[Olivia, I’m in Riverdale. Want to meet?]” The text was from Ethan Grey.
(Olivia’s POV)
The morning sun had barely risen when I arrived at Moonlaw Legal Services. I’d deliberately come early, hoping to make a good impression on my second day.
Heather Phillips intercepted me in the hallway, her sleek bob swinging as she approached with two thick file folders.
“Olivia, good timing,” she said briskly. “This client wants to appeal. The previous attorney has resigned, so now this is transferred to you. The appeal deadline is approaching fast. You’d better draft the appeal and get the documents ready for court today.” nodded, taking the first folder.
Before I could respond, she thrust the second folder into my hands. “And this labor injury case. You need to accompany the client for the injury certification and disability assessment. Try to get it done today or tomorrow, don’t drag it into next week.”
“I understand,” I replied, grateful for the immediate work. “I’ll handle both right away.”
Heather gave me a curt nod before striding away, leaving me with my arms full of case files.
I made my way to my office, already mentally organizing my approach. More cases meant more commission and valuable experience as an independent lawyer. This was exactly what I needed.
Gregory wasn’t in yet, giving me the quiet office to myself as I spread the documents across my desk. The appeal case involved a complex property dispute with multiple parties. The labor injury case concerned a beta werewolf injured at a construction site owned by a prominent pack.
Both were complicated, but felt a surge of determination. This was my chance to prove myself.
I dove into the appeal case first, knowing its deadline was more pressing. The previous lawyer had left minimal notes, forcing me to reconstruct the entire case strategy from scratch.
Hours passed without my notice. I skipped lunch, too absorbed in my work to feel hunger. By mid-afternoon, I had drafted the appeal and organized the supporting evidence.
I called the labor injury client and arranged to meet tomorrow morning for the medical assessment. That would give me the evening to finish preparing the appeal documents.
The office gradually emptied as evening approached. First the interns left, then the administrative staff, followed by the other lawyers. Even Gregory bid me goodnight around seven.
“Don’t stay too late,” he cautioned kindly.
I smiled and nodded, but returned immediately to my work.
By the time I finished, darkness had fallen completely. The building was eerily silent, with only the occasional hum of the air conditioning system breaking the quiet.
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