Resentment and grievance laced her voice as she spoke.
Glancing up, I kept my tone flat. "Set your things across from me. Today's task is to sort through all the case files on the desk."
Dragging her feet to the seat opposite mine, Isabelle began flipping through the stack of files—so tall they nearly dwarfed her.
Sorting case files was the first, most tedious, and most boring task for every law student intern, a rite of passage no one escaped.
Getting back at her wasn't my intention. I simply had no other work to assign her; there was no way I'd trust her with anything related to actual cases, not after her past stunts.
"Isabelle, get in here."
A chill ran down my spine at the sound of Alexander's voice—I knew instantly he was in a terrible mood.
It was an instinct honed from years
