Chapter 43
Lina’s sharp click of her heels on the marble floor of the twelfth floor stopped abruptly as she passed the reception area. Shelly’s usual spot was empty, and the bullpen was silent. She only took three steps into the main office before Philip’s voice, a tense whisper behind her, halted her completely.
“Lina, look.”
Lina turned, narrowing her eyes in anticipation of a reporter or a process server who had slipped past the chaos downstairs. Instead, Philip was pointing, not to the main area, but down the corridor leading to her private suite.
The hallway was lined with her entire team.
Shelly, her usually busy secretary, stood at the front with her arms crossed, looking fiercely protective. Behind her, the dozen or so paralegals, legal assistants, and the two junior attorneys
