Chapter 20

• Rebecca
• I sat in the sleek, too quiet office, clutching the manila file like it owed me money. My lips moved before I could stop them, practicing my stupid little speech for the tenth time.
• "Mr. Ashton, I’ve drafted the first outline of the client’s settlement brief," I muttered, trying to sound calm, cool, maybe even a little smart. "It contains all relevant clauses and…" I paused, scrunched my face. "Clauses? Ugh, who even talks like that?"