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My father was adamant that I wouldn’t find anyone better than Brandon. Then when I found out that Brandon was cheating on me, my father acted as if nothing happened.

And so did his wife.

What was she going to say anyway when my father always had the last word?

Tired all of a sudden—of having to live up to the expectations of men—I push the chair backward and get up.

“I hope I never see you again. In this life or the next.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“I don’t want your pity. I hope you get exactly what you deserve. Goodbye, Brandon.”

With that, I head out of the restaurant, aware of the eyes on me as I leave. It is only when I get into my car, safe from public scrutiny, that I let the tears flow.

Chapter 6

Michael

“Congratulations once again for joining the partners of this firm,” I address the eight people seated around the table. “I hope we can work together to make this firm the most recognized in the country.”

“What’s in store for us if we make that happen?” One of them jokes.

Why don’t you do your job first? I think. But outside, I maintain a polite smile.

“Lots of money,” I say.

He cackles and slaps the table. “Alright! Let’s get to work, people!”

There is a scattering of applause from six attorneys, including him. I notice that the only people who do not clap are me and Peter.

“Of course,” I add, “making partner means your billings need to reflect your worth to the firm. So,” I raise a finger, “make sure you are all doing your part.”

As the meeting wraps up, I approach the same lawyer who caused the disruption.

“Chad, right?” I purposely call him the wrong name.

He looks annoyed, but only for a second.

“Brian, sir,” he replies.

“Right,” I nod. “Brian. You work with the litigation department, don’t you?”

He nods.

“That’s good. I hear there’s an influx of cases coming your way. Since you’re a partner now, it’s your responsibility to ensure your department maintains a ninety-five percent success rate. It is not your performance that will be evaluated from now on, but the collective performance of your department.”

I watch his face crumble and I swallow the urge to smirk with pleasure.

I clap my hands and pat him on the shoulder. “Congratulations.”

As the rest file out, I see Peter. “I need you to hang back. We have something to discuss.”

When the conference room is empty, I turn to Peter.

“Congratulations,” I say with a smile.

“Thank you,” he says.

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