Briar Point of View
Briar sat behind her desk on the twentieth floor of one of the city’s biggest law firms. The office hummed with energy—phones rang, printers whirred, and lawyers hurried between meetings with thick files tucked under their arms.
As the assistant to three busy attorneys, her days were always packed. She handled client satisfaction, payments, court scheduling, and endless paperwork. One attorney needed court documents prepared for next week. Another required rescheduled appointments after a client cancellation. A third had left a towering stack of files that needed organizing before the end of the day.
Briar rubbed her temples and took a sip of her now-cold coffee before turning back to her computer. Her inbox felt never-ending.
A sudden vibration from her phone pull
