"Where did you study law, Miss Lawson?" Alexander asked, his eyes sharp as they fixed on mine.
My heart stuttered. The room suddenly felt too hot, too small, with everyone staring at me. For a second, Ryan's face flashed in my mind—his cruel smile when he'd told me I'd never practice law again.
"I... I've picked things up around the office," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Alexander's eyebrow arched slightly. He didn't believe me. Not for a second.
And why would he? No one memorizes legal precedents from "picking things up around the office."
But what choice did I have? When I'd applied for the receptionist job at Blackwell Law Firm two and a half years ago, I'd deliberately left my law degree off my resume. I'd only included my high school diploma and some basic administrati
