Chapter Eight
“I never saw you come in. Why are you back?” Erin said. She was standing in the doorway of his office.
Samuel glanced up and rubbed his eyes. The scraps of yellow paper from his notes were scattered on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, his tie loosened around his neck, taking in the darkened offices all empty behind her. He glanced at his watch. It was after six. “Listen, I was going through these notes from the deposition, and I think we really need to look at a different strategy here.”
Erin walked into his office and dumped her coat on one of the two chairs in front of his desk. “Why would you say that?”
“Well, the husband’s lawyer is making this about the financial mess the husband made, and since Samantha is the one with the means and comes from a wealthy family
