THE SENTENCING
Mathilda’s POV
Going back to the office was not as stressful as I had imagined, but I couldn’t shake off a nagging feeling deep in my gut. There was a snitch in this firm and at first, I would have thought it was my archenemy, the one person I had every reason to distrust but something my instincts told me he wasn’t involved. Whoever it was, I would find a way to work under the radar from now on. No one would know what I was doing unless I wanted them to.
Walking into the office for the first time in four weeks, I felt a strange mixture of relief and determination, I had given myself the rest of last week to take a break, to recharge, and it had helped, I feel my strength slowly returning, my self-confidence rising with every step toward my office, this was my domain. The
