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Though he didn’t elaborate, I understood the implication. The Rivers pack didn’t tolerate those who threatened their own, and Harold and Douglas had made a grave mistake.
Inside the club, the bodyguards roughly shoved the two businessmen into a private room. The door slammed shut behind them with an ominous finality.
Harold immediately collapsed to his knees, his earlier arrogance completely shattered.
“Please, I was wrong!” he sobbed, clasping his hands together. “I didn’t know Miss
Winters was President Rivers’ woman! Please spare me!”
Douglas’s legs trembled violently as he backed against the wall. “We meant no disrespect to the Rivers family! It was just a misunderstanding!”
The bodyguards exchanged cold glances, unmoved by their pleas. Without warning, the first blow landed-a sickening crunch followed by a howl of pain.
More blows followed, methodical and merciless. The men’s screams grew louder, then hoarser, until finally, there was only silence.
The message was clear; no one touched what belonged to the Rivers pack.
The next morning, I felt the change as soon as I walked through the doors of Moonlaw Legal Services. Conversations halted abruptly as I passed. Colleagues averted their eyes or stared with undisguised curiosity.
The whispers followed me down the hallway like persistent shadows.
“Did you hear what happened?”
“They say she’s being kept by someone powerful…”
“No wonder she drives that expensive car…”
I kept my head high, refusing to acknowledge the gossip swirling around me. Gregory Thompson’s desk remained empty-he was still recovering from his injury-leaving me alone in our shared office.
I had barely settled at my desk when a sharp knock interrupted my thoughts. Heather
Phillips stood in the doorway, her expression severe.
“Come to my office,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
I followed her silently, already anticipating what was coming. The tension in her shoulders told me everything I needed to know.
Once inside her office, Heather closed the door with unnecessary force. Her gaze was sharp with barely contained anger.
“I heard you and Kenneth Westfield went to meet clients, but you got into a conflict and assaulted them?” Her accusation hung in the air between us.
I met her gaze steadily. “I went to discuss the case, but those two men were only interested in filthy things. They assaulted me. I was defending myself.”
Heather’s face darkened further. “I know you’re skilled, but violence doesn’t solve anything! You cost us two major clients.”
The unfairness of her accusation stung. My voice cooled several degrees. “I was polite at first, but they were obscene and aggressive. Supervisor Phillips, I’m a lawyer, not a plaything. Such disgusting clients-we don’t need.”
My blunt response seemed to infuriate her. She slammed her palm against the desk, making the pens jump.
“How arrogant!” she snapped. “Do you know how much your impulsiveness cost us? A five-year legal advisory contract worth $150,000, and other disputes totaling at least $500,000! Are you going to pay the $650,000 loss?”
I felt my lips curl into a cold smile. “Fine. I’ll fill that hole today. But don’t ever send me to meet scumbags like them again.”
Heather’s eyes widened in disbelief before narrowing into a sneer. “Before you leave work, I want contracts signed and payment proof in hand. If not, don’t bother coming tomorrow. You’ve caused serious losses-we have every right to terminate your position without compensation.”
I held her gaze without flinching. “Understood.”
As I left her office, I passed by Kenneth Westfield’s desk. His face split into a gloating smirk when he saw me.
“Wow, Lawyer Winters,” he called loudly enough for others to hear, “after offending clients and losing big business, you still have the face to come to work? If I were you,
I’d be too ashamed.”
I shot him a frosty glance but kept walking. His petty satisfaction wasn’t worth my attention.
Back at my desk, my phone buzzed with a message from Jade Mitchell, the young intern I’d helped during that expensive dinner outing.
“Lawyer Winters, did you see the social media posts from Valerie Pierce and Kenneth Westfield? They’re attacking you.”
My stomach tightened as I opened the screenshots she’d attached.
Valerie’s post was thinly veiled but unmistakable: “Some women are shameless- young, healthy, but don’t work hard, just rely on rich protectors. Such people disgrace the profession.”
Kenneth’s attack was more direct: “If you already have a rich man with a Bentley, just stay home and play pampered princess. Don’t come here pretending to work and ruin deals, dragging me down too. Hypocritical bitch.”
Jade sent another message: “They’ve blocked you from viewing their posts. They’re the ones who spread rumors you’re kept by a wealthy man. They even created a gossip group chat just to slander you.”
More screenshots followed-over thirty of them-showing a group chat dedicated entirely to tearing apart my reputation. The messages were vicious, speculating about my relationship with Connor, mocking my work ethic, and painting me as nothing more than a gold-digger.
“Wonder how many men she had to sleep with to get that Bentley?”
“Pretends to be so professional but really just a high-class escort.”
“No wonder she doesn’t care about losing clients-she’s not here for the salary anyway.”
Each message felt like a physical blow. I had tried so hard to be kind to these people- treating them to dinner, helping the interns, working diligently on every case. And this was how they repaid me.
The realization was bitter: my kindness had been interpreted as weakness, my competence as a threat. This toxic workplace cared nothing for sincerity or skill-only status and connections mattered.
I bit my lip hard, suppressing the surge of anger and hurt that threatened to overwhelm me. My naivety in believing kindness could win trust now seemed laughable.
With steady fingers, I typed a reply to Jade: “Thank you for telling me. Next time they gossip about me, help me record it.”
Her response came immediately: “Of course, Lawyer Winters. You saved me from that expensive dinner bill. Whatever you need.”
I took a deep breath, straightening my shoulders as I made a decision. With newfound resolve, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I rarely used.
“Hello, Dad,” I said when Richard Winters answered, my voice calm and clear. “Is there
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I hung up the phone with a sense of grim satisfaction. The conversation with my father had been brief but productive. Without wasting another moment, I gathered my things and headed straight to the printing room.
The contracts needed to be perfect. I printed several copies, checking each one meticulously before sliding them into my leather portfolio. My colleagues watched with curious eyes as I strode through the office, head held high.
Let them stare. Let them whisper. Soon, they would understand exactly who they had been tormenting.
The drive to the Winters Group headquarters took less than twenty minutes. The imposing glass building gleamed in the afternoon sun, a testament to my family’s legacy in Riverdale. I parked my car and walked through the familiar lobby, nodding at security guards who recognized me immediately.
“Miss Winters! It’s been a while,” one called out respectfully.
I smiled politely but didn’t slow my pace. The elevator whisked me to the top floor where my father’s office occupied the corner suite with the best views of the city.
His assistant looked up in surprise. “Miss Winters! Your father just finished his meeting. He mentioned you were coming.”
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