"This sounds like charity."
"Not if I expect excellent taste in return."
"Damon."
He sighed and rubbed his jaw. For the first time since I'd known him, he looked almost embarrassed. "Kate, I wasn't born knowing I wanted to be a lawyer. Shocking, I know, given how naturally I make people uncomfortable in conference rooms."
The corner of my mouth lifted.
"I tried other things after college. Music, briefly. Finance, catastrophically. One summer of architecture, which ended with a professor telling me my designs had the warmth of a prison chapel."
"That's oddly specific."
"And accurate." His smile softened. "Rich people call failure exploration. Poor people call exploration ruin. You have a month where you can try things and not be punished for it. Security and Darius will keep you safe
