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Legal Secretary, Ellis, Ellis, and Wallace LLP

To: [email protected]

CC: [email protected], [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Noise Complaint

He’s in my office and wants me to come check this thing out. He’s insisting there’s something wrong with it and I need to “hear” it for myself. One of you fucks better come out here and deal with this. (Not you, Kins, you’re perfect, even if you do eat bananas for the taste)

Send help,

Maverick Wallace

Managing Partner, Ellis, Ellis, and Wallace LLP

FORTY-FIVE

Kinsley

I’ve been dealingwith problem after problem all week, and at this point, I’m so beyond frustrated. I’ve been locked out of my email, had more court documents turn up missing, and somehow managed to lose an entire client file. Where it went, I have no freaking clue, but I’m positive it never left my desk.

Either there’s a poltergeist in my office, or I’m losing my damn mind.

Legitimately everything I touch turns to shit, and I refuse to ask the guys for help. Eventually, I’ll figure everything out, and the less they know about my less than stellar performance, the better.

They have an entire law firm to run, several high maintenance clients to handle, and despite having sex with Brantley in his office last week, we’re all trying to keep things under wraps.

I don’t want everyone here to think the only reason I’m keeping my job is because I’m spreading my legs for the bosses. Although after the last couple days, that might be true.

After responding to a client about their new mediation date, I double check the calendar. Odd. Wyatt is in court all day, whichisn’t as unusual as the fact that he’s been in court all week. I could have sworn he was in the office today, but I must have my days mixed up. Their schedules are the one thing I’m meticulous about.

“What meeting with the junior associates?” Maverick’s voice raises, and a sliver of dread dances its way down my spine. This can’t be good. “I’m meeting with a client in ten minutes. It’s right here; that meeting is tomorrow morning.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wallace, but you don’t have a client meeting until this afternoon. I’m looking at your schedule right here.” Of course, it’s James here to point out more of my ineptitude, except in this case he’s wrong. That schedule is my baby.

I push up from my desk as Maverick pounds on his keys. “I’m looking at it right now. Mrs. Van Burren will be here any minute.”

“She confirmed her appointment with me about five minutes ago for two-thirty this afternoon. I’m not sure why our schedules are different, but someone must have rearranged yours. Perhaps an accident or gross negligence.”

Gross negligence? Is he serious?

I barrel into the office and stop short when I meet Maverick’s heated gaze. “What’s going on?”

James glances over at me, frowning at my bright yellow blouse like it has personally offended him, and scoffs. “Just cleaning up more of your mistakes. I’m sure Mr. Ellis will be quite pleased to find out he’s late for a meeting that should have been on his calendar for today.”

“Today?” That can’t be right. I’d never schedule something like that on a day Wyatt is out of the office.

Except he’s the next one to walk into the office. Casually taking a bite from an apple, he leans against the doorframe.

Shit.

“You’re not in court today?” Now I know what bated breath means. My heart’s clogging my throat, and I don’t dare move, not until I get his answer.

But as his brows come together in the universal sign of confusion, that dread is back full force, and it feels like my insides are full of lead. “I’ve been in court all week. I’m in the office all day today and tomorrow.”

Maverick clicks around the keyboard a few times before meeting my eyes with a look that sears right through me. “You have him out all day. What’s going on, Miss Rhodes?”

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