Chapter Eleven
A month later, Angela hummed a holiday tune as she finished cleaning the tiny bathroom mirror in her office bathroom and tossed the soiled rag in the garbage bin. She had come in early to clean up the premises—she couldn't afford a cleaning service, and she'd be damned if her visitors would walk into a filthy office.
First impressions were everything. If a lawyer kept a messy office, dirt and grime everywhere, it didn't reflect well on the lawyer's abilities to serve her clients well.
At least in Angela's mind.
It didn't take long to dust and sweep, make sure the bathroom was pristine and keep the toilet paper supply topped off. A fresh pot of coffee with new creamer and clean mugs, and she was ready to face the day.
Angela walked to the front door and flipped the CLOS
