Bound with you

Episode two

The courtroom victory still fresh in his mind, Ethan strode into his office, basking in the glory of his win. But his triumphant smile faltered as his assistant approached him with a serious expression, like a dark cloud looming over his parade.

Ethan "the partners have called a meeting," he said, his voice low and urgent, like a secret only the privileged few were privy to.

Ethan's mind raced as he wondered what the meeting could be about, his heart pounding in anticipation like a drumbeat in his chest. He headed to the conference room, his feet heavy with foreboding.

As he entered the room, he was met with somber faces, like a funeral procession. Mr. John, the manager of the law firm, spoke up, his voice laced with gravitas.

"Let's not sugarcoat it. I went to FR and got a three-month diagnosis. I can't let it slide," Jacob said, his voice laced with determination, like a warrior ready for battle.

Lawyer Harry nodded in agreement, like a loyal soldier. "We should take action this time. Verbal, s****l, and physical abuse... it's gone too far," he said, his voice dripping with indignation.

Mr. John's expression turned stern, like a father scolding his wayward child. "Entertaining clients is part of your work. You should forget you're a lawyer if you want to brown nose them," he said, his words dripping with disdain.

Miss Stella's eyes flashed with anger, like a spark igniting a fire. "Is that why I have to be harassed by Mr. Liam?" she asked, her voice laced with venom.

Ethan's voice cut through the tension, like a knife through butter. "Let's add a condition. We can't just keep a lid on something that stinks," he said, his words dripping with defiance.

As the meeting adjourned, Teara and her senior, Miss Anne, were summoned to investigate a complaint, like detectives on a mission. Teara's eyes widened as she examined the evidence, like a scientist discovering a new species.

"Water pollution?" Miss Anne asked, her voice laced with disgust, like a person smelling something foul.

Teara's face set in determination, like a warrior ready for battle. "I think they did a ritual of sorts. The catfish represents wealth, and the neck is cut off very neatly," she said, her voice steady like a rock.

Miss Anne's expression turned green, like a person about to vomit. "That thing sinks... gosh, it's in the waste bin already. It's disgusting; I'm about to throw up," she said, her voice laced with revulsion.

Teara's voice remained steady, like a captain steering his ship through treacherous waters. "I think we should check the CCTV and find who did this," she said, her words dripping with determination.

Miss Anne's patience snapped, like a rubber band stretched too far. "Stop it, Teara! I've had enough of having it rough because of you," she said, her voice laced with anger.

The tension between them was palpable, like a thick fog that refused to lift. As they headed back to their office, the air was thick with unspoken words, like a volcano ready to erupt.

Miss Anne's words to her boss, Mr. Max, were laced with venom, like a snake spitting its poison. "I don't want to work with Teara on a complaint ever again," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.

Mr. Max's smile was cryptic, like a puzzle waiting to be solved. "Miss Anne, your dream has come true. Miss Teara is transferred to City Hall," he said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Teara's face crumpled, like a building demolished by a wrecking ball. She remembered the mess she had caused in City Hall, like a ghost haunting her past. Mr. William's angry face flashed before her eyes, like a lightning bolt illuminating the dark sky.

"I'm done..." she whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf in a hurricane.

As she walked to the bus station, her mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead, like a person staring into the abyss. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and stepped into the unknown, like a person jumping off a cliff into the unknown.

The next day, she emerged from her apartment, dressed in a crisp white shirt, pink coat, and black heels, like a warrior ready for battle. Her curly hair was packed into a ponytail, and her eyes shone with determination, like a person ready to take on the world.

She headed to the bus station, ready to face whatever lay ahead, like a person walking into the lion's den.