ZARA
“Isn't that Ronnie Phillips?” Clara's voice echoed in my ears.
“Sure looks like him,” I said, and she scoffs, returning to sit.
“No wonder she's scared. These people will bury her, no matter who they hurt,” she said, and I nodded. Trying to get the picture of Ronnie out of my head.
“Do you want to help her, Clara?” I asked her, and she looked at me strangely.
“Of course I want to help her. That's the reason I became a lawyer. To help people,” she said, and I smiled.
“Good, that's what I wanted to hear. You just got a second chair,” I said, and she stood up with her hands together.
“Really you would do this with me?” She asked, and I nodded.
“Of course I will. I need to take my eyes off these documents at one point, and start doing what I love as well,” I said to her.
“Thank y
