Chapter Forty-Five
AMBERA rhythmic knock sounds on my door, just as the computer informs me I have reached my final destination, a document entitled, “IN CASE OF MY DEATH.”
It’s Prin, the former hip-hop princess turned legal intern who still can’t help but put a little rhythm into everything she does.
“C’mon in!” I call out.
“I’ve got a call on hold from some guy who says he’s an old friend of yours. Just want to make sure it’s okay to put him through.”
“Yeah, give it to me and close the door behind you,” I answer, holding a hand out for the phone.
“Hey,” I say when the door closes behind Prin.
“You let your assistant handle your personal phone?” an incredulous voice I’d hoped to never hear again says on the other line.
“She’s my intern and you would be surprised how distracting a
