SERENA'S POV
"Of course, " I responded with a professional smile.
The next morning found Evan and I boarding a red-eye to SF, coffees in hand as we reviewed files and witness statements. To my surprise, Evan was easygoing company. He laughed easily and had a way of lightening the mood without compromising our laser focus on the case. By the time we touched down, I felt we had established a rapport that would serve us well in the courtroom.
However, things took an awkward turn when we arrived at our hotel that evening.
"I'm sorry, but it seems there was a mistake with your reservation. We only have one room left available, a king suite. Will that work for your stay?" the frazzled receptionist explained.
Evan stepped in."Are you certain there's no other option? We really nee
