Mia’s POV
I needed this internship more than anything.
My parents had drilled it into me since high school. Get experience. Build the resume. Aim for that top law school. They sacrificed everything for me, working double shifts so I could focus on grades and extracurriculars. So when the application asked for references and I didn’t have enough strong ones, I faked a letter from my old tutor. Just a little white lie, I told myself. No one would check.
But Voss did.
He is the senior partner at the firm. Tall, always in tailored suits that hug his shoulders, voice smooth when he talks to clients but sharp when he turns it on interns like me. I hated how he made me feel small from day one, calling me into meetings to point out typos in my memos, watching me a second too long when I be
