Ryan
Ryan Leaving the house after breakfast wasn't what I wanted, but I had to if I was going to win the game Julia was playing at. Parking my car in the parking lot of the five-story office building, I got out. Quickening my pace when I got to the front desk.
I realised how so much had changed within the five years I'd been gone, leaving my law firm in the care of a professional manager. The receptionist didn't recognise me immediately as she looked up at me, her expression bored but polite.
“Welcome to Ryan Thompson & Associates. What can I do for you, sir?” she said all in one breath.
“I'm here to meet Attorney Damon Aurelio,” I responded, and she nodded, her red lipstick-covered lips set in a thin line.
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked in an equally professional tone. “Well
