The Blackwell Law Firm occupied the top ten floors of a gleaming skyscraper downtown. Until recently, I'd sat at the reception desk on the main floor, greeting clients and answering phones. Today, apparently, I was a junior paralegal.
The moment I stepped off the elevator, I knew something was wrong. Marsha Jenkins, head of HR, was waiting for me with a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Miss Lawson," she said coolly. "So nice of you to join us today."
I swallowed hard. "Marsha, I'm so sorry about yesterday. There was a family emergency and I—"
"Save it," she cut me off. "I have already informed me of your...new situation." The way she said it made it sound dirty. "Your things have been moved to the 18th floor. Follow me."
As we walked through the office, I could feel eyes on me
