Charles
I’m sitting behind my desk when Molly starts wandering around my office like she’s in a museum, touching nothing but studying everything. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the dark wood shelves, the framed certificates, the leather couches. She looks genuinely impressed, and I won’t lie, I enjoy watching her take it all in.
“Wow,” she says, turning slowly. “I didn’t know your law firm was this large. And your office is so beautiful.”
I smile and settle into my chair, folding my hands loosely in front of me. “You seem to love it.”
“Of course,” she replies easily. “It’s elegant. If I were you, I’d come to work every day.”
That makes me laugh out loud. A real laugh, not the polite kind I give clients. I reach for the flower vase on my desk and shift it slightly, still amused by her
