CHAPTER 28
I've never been what you'd call a snappy dresser, so when 'business casual' became a thing a while back I couldn't have been happier. Considering that I'd been dressing that way for years, I was practically a trend-setter, but I knew my usual attire wouldn't fly for the big meeting on Friday. I needed to dress like a successful (and stylish) lawyer, not because of Nan Glasser--she didn't care what I wore as long as I would represent her, and not because of Grace--she'd seen me studying for law school exams in ripped sweatpants and a beat-up t-shirt, no, I was doing it for Grace's partners. The firm of Collins, Joseph, Velazquez & Moore, P.A., was classy and well-respected with high-end clientele. They were a boutique law firm that belonged on Las Olas Boulevard where the rents
