~ Five months later ~
Kelly tapped her feet impatiently as she sat at the reception of Chambers & Quinn LLP. Calm down, she tried to soothe herself mentally, but it wasn’t enough to calm the apprehension pulsing through her. In the last few months, she’d been to so many of these things that one would’ve thought that she’d be used to them by now. But she wasn’t. The thought of sitting before a panel of interviewers and telling them why she was the best candidate still scared the living daylights out of her.
Many of the other interviewees seated around the lounge looked just as nervous as she did. They wrung their hands, cracked their knuckles, tapped their feet and snuck glances at each other to evaluate how competent the competition was.
The door to the interview room suddenly opened and everyone’s gaze swung to it. A second later, a pair of male interviewees came out.
“What was it like?” someone whispered to them.
“It was okay.” One interviewee shrugged confidently, but the troubled look in his eyes said that the interview hadn’t gone quite as well as he was pretending.
Fresh nervousness spurted through Kelly. However, it was nothing compared to the terror that wrung her nerves when a woman walked out of the interview room and announced, “Brian Walsh, Kelly Garner, the interviewers are waiting for you.”
On weak limbs, Kelly stood as did her co-interviewee, Brian. Brian gave her a slow once-over as if evaluating her value as an opponent then smirked before leading the way into the interview room. Obviously, he didn’t think she was any kind of competition.
And he was probably right.
The moment Kelly entered the interview room, she came to a shocked standstill. The room was just as big, cold and intimidating as she’d imagined, but that wasn’t what brought her to a screeching halt. All her attention was on the interviewers – no, on one interviewer; the beautiful, slender redhead seated at the far right end of the three-person interview panel.
Angelina Ward.
The last time Kelly had seen the woman, she’d still been behind bars and Angelina had come to give her the good news about her release. After that, the only contact they’d had was over the phone.
Frankly, Kelly wasn’t surprised that Angelina had cut off contact. The woman was probably still reeling from the guilt of having lost the trial that had sent Kelly to jail. Not that Angelina had anything to feel guilty about. Though she’d tried her best, the results had been rigged from the start, which was why Kelly hadn’t contacted the woman either. She knew that she was a painful reminder to Angelina about her failure. It was only right that she allow the woman to forget her. If she’d known that Angelina now worked at Chambers & Quinn, she never would’ve come for this interview.
A sudden thought struck Kelly. Chambers & Quinn had called her out of the blue for this interview. Was it Angelina’s doing? Was this her way of making up for the past?
Angelina’s head rose at the entrance of interviewees. When her eyes settled on Kelly, they widened in obvious surprise. Her surprise was answer enough; she had nothing to do with the call to Kelly.
“Please take a seat.” One of the male interviewers gestured for Kelly and Brian to take the two seats directly across the interviews. “I’m Mark Cousins. I head the Civil Litigation Division in Chambers & Quinn.” He gestured towards the blond male interviewer beside him. “This is Roland Watson, Family Division.” He pointed to Angelina. “And this is Angelina Ward. She heads Criminal Justice. Why don’t you tell us about yourselves?”
“Hello,” Brian immediately jumped in. “I’m Brian Walsh. I graduated from…” and on he went.
Kelly only half-listened to Brian’s answers. She was too busy formulating her own answers. Maybe this interview would be different from the others. Maybe this time she’d actually get to answer one or two questions before someone recognized her and derailed the whole interview.
“…I think my strengths make me the perfect addition to Chambers & Quinn,” Brian finished.
“Excellent. Excellent.” Mark nodded approvingly before turning to Kelly. With a smile he asked, “What about you-” He glanced down at her résumé. “-Kelly Garner, Tell us about yourself.”
Kelly took a deep breath and started, “I graduated-”
“Wait a minute.” Roland cut her off mid-sentence. His lazer-sharp gaze fixed on Kelly, he asked, “You’re Kelly Garner?”
“Yes, I am.” Kelly nodded even as the muscles in her stomach knotted in immediate tension. This interview wasn’t going where she thought it was, right? Trying to forestall an impending disaster, she continued from where she’d left off, “I graduated top of my class from-”
“You’re that Kelly Garner?” Mark cut her off mid-sentence as he stared at her in bug-eyed shock. “The Kelly Garner who was charged with murder a year or so ago?”
Yup! This was going right where she expected it to go. Swallowing hard, she nodded. “I guess I am.”
“I knew I recognized that face.” Roland beamed at the other interviewers. Brian, meanwhile, turned his head to stare at Kelly. A second later, recognition lit up his blue eyes.
Great. Just great. Kelly sighed internally. Here we go.
“They released you after they found out that it was Jonas Ingram who killed Claire, right?” Roland said.
Well duh! How the hell would she have been here if they hadn’t? Restraining her instinctive response, Kelly said, “Yes, they did.”
“Now that we’ve established that she’s Kelly Garner, can we get back to the interview?” Angelina tried to herd everyone back to the matter at hand.
Unfortunately, her two male colleagues were like two dogs that had suddenly found a bone and weren’t about to let it go.
Mark peered at Kelly with unabashed interest. “I’ve seen you on TV and in the newspapers a couple of times but you look much better in person.”
“She does look good, doesn’t she?” Roland agreed. “I’ve heard that prison jumpsuits make everyone look shaggy. I guess it’s true.”
“You don’t look as violent as your juvenile record,” Mark said.
What the hell was she supposed to say to that?
“Thank you for the compliment,” Kelly said, her voice tight with annoyance. Trying to salvage the situation, she asked, “Would you like me to tell you about myself like Brian did?”
“No need,” Roland said dismissively even as a subtle sneer played on his thin lips. “You’re already famous.”
“Yeah. The papers covered everything we need to know,” Mark agreed.
“That’s a different situation. This is a professional one and we should keep it that way.” Angelina shot her fellow panel-mates a warning look before turning her attention back to Kelly. “Kelly, please tell us about yourself and your professional qualifications.”
“Sure.” Kelly sat up in her seat. “I graduated top of my class from Stetson and passed the bar exam in one tr-”
“Wait a minute.” Mark cut her off. He turned his head to face Angelina. “Weren’t you her lawyer?”
Angelina didn’t answer, but the way she bit her lip was answer enough.
“You were, weren’t you?” Roland laughed. “Oh, this is gold. This. Is. Gold.”
Brian giggled as he shot Kelly a derisive look.
It was that giggle that did it. Kelly had been in this situation so many times that she knew what would follow. First came the giggles, then the laughs, then the stupid questions about how it felt to be in prison. Someone would probably make a dumb comment about lesbians, someone else would want to know how accurate the reports on her juvenile record were, another person would want to know if all the stories about her father were true, more stupid questions would follow. End result: she wouldn’t get hired.
Kelly pushed her chair back and stood. “Thank you for your time.”
“Hey, where are you going?” Roland called out. “We’ve still got questions for you.”
Kelly didn’t even look back; she just kept walking to the door. Seconds later, she was outside the interview room.
You won’t cry. You won’t cry, she recited internally even as tears clogged her throat. This is what she’d come to. She was now a freak on display for everyone to poke and prod. She’d worked so hard and for so many years to be a lawyer and to change herself from a juvenile gangster into a productive and law-abiding citizen, yet all it had taken was one night for all her hard work to crumble. Unfair wasn’t big enough of a word to describe her situation.
Ignoring the questions that her fellow interviewees called out to her, Kelly headed towards the elevators. The doors opened, and she entered the elevator then selected ground-floor.
“Hold it for me,” someone called out. A second later, Angelina got into the elevator.
The two women were silent for a long time before Angelina finally said, “I’m sorry about what happened in there.”
“It’s not your fault,” Kelly said without looking at the woman.
“I tried to stop them but-” Angelina sighed. “Can I take you for lunch?”
“It’s eleven a.m.”
“Then a drink,” the other woman suggested. “So we can talk.”
Talking was the last thing Kelly wanted to do right now. She turned her head to meet Angelina’s eyes. “Honestly, I just want to be alone right now.”
Disappointment flashed in Angelina’s green eyes. “Oh.”
“I’m sorry.” Kelly offered, “Maybe we can set it up for another time?”
“Sure. Sure.” Angelina rifled through her jacket to come up with a business card. Handing it to Kelly, she said, “Call me when you have time.”
“Will do,” Kelly agreed even though she had no intention of calling the woman again. Too many memories. The elevator doors opened into the ground-floor of the building. Kelly started to get off but a moment later turned, “Could you do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
Kelly asked, “Could you tell whoever set up this interview not to do it again?”
Angelina frowned. “Someone set it up?”
“Yes.” Kelly stepped out of the elevator. “Please tell them not to do it again. I don’t appreciate being toyed with.”
“I’ll find out,” Angelina said just as the doors began to close. “Call me.”
“Mm.” Kelly offered a non-committal mumble before heading towards the exit.
The chances of her calling Angelina were exactly zero. Though the woman was the best person to help Kelly out in her job-search, it would be the height of parasitism to ask her for help. She’d already done enough to help Kelly.
Perhaps if Kelly hadn’t been thinking so deeply about her relationship with Angelina, she would’ve watched her step better. One second she was walking to the exit, and the next moment she crushed into a hard, muscular chest.
“Oh!” Her hands automatically moved upwards to grab the man’s shirt so she wouldn’t fall backwards. The man gripped both her arms and dragged her forward, securing her further against him. Her purse fell to the floor as did the envelope she was carrying, spilling all its contents.
“Sorry,” the man apologized, his deep voice rumbling above her head.
“It’s ok-“ Kelly paused when her gaze finally met that of the man holding her.
You have got to be kidding me. Spencer Chambers? With more force than required, she shoved him away from her.
“Kelly?” His eyes widened in obvious shock as he took her in.
Despite her irritation, Kelly found herself giving him a quick once-over. She’d never seen him dressed this casual. In their previous meetings, he was always clean shaven and in a suit. Today, he was wearing casual khaki pants to match his simple white shirt. The shirt was open at the collar and its sleeves were folded at the elbows to show off his muscular arms and tan skin. To finish off his ‘just about to go on vacation’ look, he was spotting a faint stubble and his hair was tousled as if he’d just run his fingers through it.
The jerk looked sexier than ever.
Damn him!
Kissing her teeth, Kelly lowered to her haunches so she could pick her spilled documents. Spencer lowered himself next to her to help out. Immediately, his cologne lit up her sense. Oh jeez, why did he have to smell so good? Annoyed with both herself and him, Kelly snatched her documents from his grip then stood up.
He stood too. “What are-”
She didn’t stay to listen to the rest of what he wanted to say. In silence, she skirted past him and stomped towards the swivel doors. She had made it clear, hadn’t she? She wanted him out of her life.
STILL REELING IN shock, Spencer watched Kelly walk away. She was the last person he’d expected to see when he’d walked into this building. Five months! Five months since he’d last seen her! One would think that by now he would’ve forgotten her or at least gotten rid of some of the guilt that plagued him whenever he thought of her. One would be wrong. She was the mistake that haunted his days and nights. Even taking an extended leave to travel the world hadn’t been enough to exorcize her.
Seeing her here again and seeing the hatred in her eyes was like getting slapped in the face. Obviously, she hadn’t forgotten him either.
What was she doing here anyway? Before he could figure it out, a male voice yanked him back into reality. “Spencer?”
Spencer turned to find one of his old law-school classmates coming his way. Spencer forced a smile. “Miles.”
“As I live and breathe.” Miles, a short, pudgy man in a swanky suit, closed the distance between them to pump Spencer’s hand in a firm handshake. “I can’t believe you’re actually here. I thought you were out in South America.”
“I was and now I’m back.”
“Good to see you, man.” Miles pointed towards the opening elevators. “You headed up?”
“Yeah.” The two men stepped into the elevator. Spencer selected the fifth floor while Miles pressed the third floor button. Spencer asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Case. Opposing counsel for a suit one of Watson’s clients filed.”
“Ah!”
Miles gave him a quick once-over, taking in his casual clothes before asking, “What are you doing here? Decided to finally work here?”
Spencer scoffed. “Not likely.”
“I wouldn’t blame you even if you decided to work here.” Miles studied him. “After the whole fiasco with the former D.A., it’s gotta be awkward to go back there.”
Awkward didn’t even begin to describe the atmosphere at Spencer’s former workplace. That’s what happened when you put your boss in prison.
Kelly’s case had had more far-reaching consequences than anyone had ever imagined. At first Spencer had steadfastly believed in Kelly’s guilt. Why? One – because all the evidence he had at the time said she’d done it. Two – because his ex, who’d cheated on him with another man, was her lawyer.
Fine, two shouldn’t have counted, but at the time it did. His acrimonious relationship with Angelina had only made him more determined to beat her in court and blinded him to any inconsistencies in the case. So what if Kelly and her father, Jesse, kept insisting that she was innocent? So what if the look in her eyes left him a little unsettled? All criminals claimed to be innocent, and all the evidence clearly pointed to Kelly being a murderer.
Little did he know that most of the evidence he had had been carefully doctored to lead to Kelly and all his witnesses had been carefully coached to point the finger at her. While Spencer was busy celebrating sending Kelly to prison and getting back at Angelina, Jesse had kept investigating and trying to find a witness who could prove his daughter’s innocence.
Unfortunately, Jesse’s investigations had taken him too far into the shadows. He’d ended up dead. It was his murder and that of one of the prosecution’s witnesses, Pick, that had spurred Spencer to take another look at the case. Further investigation had led him to Pick’s thoroughly frightened ex-girlfriend, Dominique.
And that’s when the real story had come out.
Yes, Pick had witnessed the murder in that nightclub’s VIP room. But it wasn’t Kelly he’d seen killing Claire Ingram. Nope! The real culprit was Claire’s cousin, Jonas Ingram, the now sole heir to the one of the richest families in New York. Claire and Jonas had struggled while Claire was trying to keep him and his friends from raping a drugged Kelly. Blinded by anger, Jonas had stabbed Claire with a broken bottle. After realizing what he’d done, Jonas had convinced his friends and Pick, the room’s exclusive waiter, to say that Kelly did it.
Spencer realized that he’d sent the wrong person to prison.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, his own boss, Donald Hall, had known that Jonas was the culprit and covered it up. According to Pick’s ex-girlfriend, Pick had had a change of heart after seeing Kelly in court. He’d tried to see Spencer to confess that he’d lied but had instead been directed to the D.A., Donald. Unfortunately, Donald was planning to run for governor and needed the Ingrams’ money to fund his campaign. Donald had turned Pick back with a threat to remain silent or else… What Donald didn’t know was that Pick had an inconvenient habit of sneakily filming the going-ons in the VIP room so he and his girlfriend could laugh at it later. And he had a video that clearly showed Jonas stabbing his cousin.
Pick had planned to hand over the video to Kelly’s father but Jonas’s hired gun got to him first, then came after Jesse when Pick claimed not to have the video. As it turned out, Dominique was holding the video all along. That video turned out to be the key piece of evidence in proving Kelly’s innocence. When Spencer had finally revealed the truth, the ensuing brouhaha had been of epic proportions. Jonas and Donald Hall both ended up going to prison.
Though Spencer’s colleagues praised and sided with him in public, their private whispers weren’t as supportive. Nobody likes a tattle-tale, they said.
Not that Spencer cared.
Miles was wrong. The whispers and awkwardness hadn’t driven Spencer to take a break. It was the hollow feeling in his stomach every time he walked into his office. For so long he’d thought that he was on the right side of the law, fighting for justice and that he was a damn good lawyer. However, Kelly’s case had left him reeling with doubts about the system, his beliefs and about himself. Her case had torn open wounds he didn’t even know he had and exposed all his biases.
“This is my stop.” Miles dragged Spencer from his thoughts as the doors opened on the third floor.
“I’ll see you around then.” Spencer gave the man a brief wave before he headed up to the fifth floor.
Though Chambers & Quinn occupied three floors in this building, the fifth floor was where all the big shots hung out. All the managing partners had their offices up here. In keeping with its occupants’ enormous clout, the floor’s reception area was plush and luxurious.
“Good morning, Mr. Chambers.” The middle-aged receptionist immediately recognized Spencer when he stepped off the elevator. Smiling, she said, “It’s good to see you. We’ve missed you.”
“It’s good to see you too, Rita.” He smiled. “How have things been?”
“Fine as usual. Working hard.” Rita said. “How was your trip?”
“Good. Good.” Spencer said, “I’m meeting Lawrence.”
“He’s not here yet.” Rita winced. “Do you want me to call him and let him know that you’re here?”
“Please do. I’ll wait for him in his office.” With that, Spencer headed to Lawrence’s office.
Lawrence’s office was large, spacious and opulent. Floor to ceiling bookcases lined one wall, dark furniture made of expensive wood and the finest leather filled the space, and the faint smell of cigars hovered over the room. Spencer settled on the couch with a magazine as he waited for his godfather.
Twenty minutes later, Lawrence still hadn’t arrived. He was just about to call him when he heard the man’s booming voice outside the door. Seconds later, the door opened and Lawrence walked in.
Lawrence Quinn was a man of massive girth. Though he matched Spencer’s six foot three height, he carried at least a hundred more pounds on him. Though most people noticed his weight first, it was his general demeanor that captivated them. Lawrence always seemed to be smiling. His grins, blue twinkling eyes and smooth tongue had brought in more clients for Chambers & Quinn than any other lawyer in the firm.
Spencer studied him with narrowed eyes. “You’re late.”
“Am I? Oh well, it’s not like you were doing anything important,” the older man retorted unrepentantly before his large face broke into a smile. “You look good for a man who went into hiding.”
“I didn’t go into hiding.” Spencer set aside the magazine he was reading. “I took a break.”
“Tomato, tomayto.” Lawrence dragged him in for a warm embrace before jauntily patting his back. “You’ve gotten skinnier.”
“And you’ve gotten fatter,” Spencer countered with a grin.
“This is how real men look.” Lawrence patted his protruding belly fondly before taking the armchair. Spencer settled back on the couch. For a while the two men discussed Spencer’s travels but mid-conversation, Lawrence asked, “Did you see anyone interesting when you came in?”
“Anyone interesting like who?” Spencer asked, even as Kelly’s face darted through his thoughts.
Lawrence eyed him for a moment then shrugged. “Never mind.”
“Was I supposed to see someone?” Spencer persisted.
Instead of answering the question, Lawrence changed the subject. “Now that you’re back in the city, what’s your plan? Are you going back to the D.A.’s office?”
Spencer shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet.”
“Which means I still have a chance.” Lawrence grinned widely. “Come and work for me. Howey just retired and I need a good criminal defense attorney to replace him.”
“No thanks.” Spencer’s voice was firm and determined. But it wasn’t enough to deter his godfather.
“Why not?” The older man offered, “I’ll pay you a great salary and you can come in as a junior partner.”
“Not a chance.” Spencer shook his head.
Lawrence upped his offer. “I’ll make you senior partner within a year.”
“Thanks but no thanks.”
Lawrence puffed in obvious frustration. “I don’t know if you know this but you can be very annoying.”
Spencer laughed. “How could I possibly not know when you’ve told me I’m annoying so many times?”
“Why won’t you just work for me?” Lawrence whined. “You’re a talented lawyer, you know the ins and outs of the criminal justice system, and the public still thinks of you as the righteous A.D.A who was brave enough to investigate his boss. Even better, this firm has your name on it and you’re both your father and my only heir. You could have it all.”
“I don’t want it all.”
“Why not?”
Spencer just shrugged. If he’d been after money, he would’ve come into the firm straight from Law School. Instead, he’d chosen to work for the state because for him getting justice for victims of crime was more important than padding his already fat bank account.
Oh! What a naive man he’d been.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to answer any more of Lawrence’s questions because right then someone knocked on the door. A second later, the door swung inwards and Angelina Ward walked into the room. Immediate surprise shot through Spencer. What the hell was his ex-girlfriend doing here?
Angelina looked just as shocked to see him. Her gaze fixed on him, she said, “I didn’t know you were here.”
“I didn’t know you were here,” Spencer countered.
“She works here now,” Lawrence answered Spencer’s questions. He turned his gaze to Angelina. “Can I help you?”
“She works here?” Spencer cut in before Angelina could say anything. He shot his step-father a sharp look. “You didn’t tell me.”
“I didn’t think I had to.” The older man grinned. “But if you worked here, I would keep you in the loop about all my major decisions and hires.”
Crafty old man! Spencer glared at him.
Angelina spoke up. “Lawrence, are you the one who called Kelly Garner in for an interview?”
What? Shock like a thunderbolt zipped through Spencer. So that’s why Kelly had been here?
“What are you talking about? Who is Kelly Ga-” Lawrence sucked in a quick breath. “Oh, that Kelly Garner.”
“Yes, that Kelly Garner.” Irritation flashed in Angelina’s eyes. “Did you call her in for an interview?”
“No. That’s HR business. I didn’t even know she was still in the field.” Lawrence’s eyes lit up and he leaned forward. “Is she still in the field?”
“Then who called her?” Spencer asked before Angelina could.
“I don’t know,” Lawrence said, but something about his wide-eyed look of innocence sounded off alarm bells in Spencer’s psyche. The older man turned those wide eyes to Angelina. “I would’ve thought you’d be happy to see her.”
“I was – I am.” Angelina paused to take a deep breath. “I was happy to see her but not happy about how you set up the interview. How could you put her in front of Roland and Mark? You know what assholes they can be.”
“Those are your colleagues,” Lawrence reminded her even as he tried to hide his smile.
“They can be my colleagues and assholes too,” Angelina countered. “If you really wanted to hire her, you should’ve made it a private interview.”
“I told you, I’m not the one who called her in.”
Angelina gave him a distrustful look before saying, “Fine, I’ll believe you. But on one condition…”
“On one condition?” Lawrence snorted. “I think you’ve got us confused. I’m the boss here. I give the conditions here.”
Angelina ignored his correction and demanded, “Hire her.”
Lawrence’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”
“Hire her,” Angelina repeated firmly.
“Why?”
“Because she’s looking for a job.”
“So are plenty of other people.” Lawrence guffawed. “And I don’t hire on pity.”
“This wouldn’t be pity.” Angelina settled in the couch opposite Spencer. Her eyes on Lawrence, she said, “Kelly is the best candidate from everyone who came to the interview today. She was the top of her class, passed the bar on her first try and has experience working as a court clerk.”
“That was a lifetime ago,” Lawrence countered.
“Two years isn’t a lifetime,” Angelina shot back.
“Maybe it wouldn’t be if she was actually using her law degree, but she wasn’t.” Lawrence lifted one eyebrow. “What was she doing that whole time?”
Angelina didn’t answer but her eyes flashed in annoyance.
“You’re right!” Lawrence answered himself. “She was relaxing in prison.”
“I’m sorry,” Spencer couldn’t help butting in. “Did you just say relaxing in prison?”
“That’s what it looks like on paper,” Lawrence retorted unrepentantly. “Plus with her background, no jury will trust her. Now that her juvenile record was unsealed and she’s been revealed to be as much a criminal as the people we defend, her law degree has become useless. It would be worth more if it was toilet paper. No one wants to be defended by a crook. That’s why no firm will touch her. So why should I?”
Angelina’s lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but then she closed her mouth again as if to acknowledge that Lawrence had a point. Lawrence smirked.
It was that smirk that got to Spencer and before he knew it, he ended up saying, “You’re wrong.”
“Wrong about what?” His godfather turned his attention to him.
“About Kelly’s degree becoming useless.” Spencer pulled in a deep breath. “Sure her records were unsealed, but she’s got the public’s pity too because everyone knows she was wrongfully accused. She’s the poster child for someone working hard to change their life then getting screwed over by the system anyway. Every potential juror in this city probably already knows her and the injustice she suffered, and every time she stands in front of them, they’ll wonder if her client is being screwed over too.”
“You may be right. But she’s still a risky hire.” Lawrence’s eyes suddenly lit up as if he’d been struck by an idea. “But you know what would make her less risky?”
“What?” Spencer asked.
“If she and the lawyer who saved her teamed up.” His eyes on Spencer, Lawrence grinned. “Miss Wrongfully Convicted and Mr. Righteous; juries would fall over themselves trying to give you two ‘not guilty’ verdicts.”
It seemed like a spur-of-the-moment suggestion. But Spencer knew his godfather too well. “You old, crafty bastard! You called her in for the interview, didn’t you?”
“I told you I didn’t,” Lawrence insisted, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips belied his words.
“That’s why you asked me if I’d seen anyone interesting.” Spencer glared at the older man. “Kelly is bait, isn’t she?”
This time Lawrence didn’t bother denying it. He just stared at Spencer with that annoying smirk playing on his lips. This was blackmail at its finest.
Spencer didn’t want to give in to his godfather. Defending criminals was the last thing he wanted to do. But then Kelly’s face flashed in his mind sending fresh guilt spurting through him. Chambers & Quinn was one of the biggest and well-respected firms in the city. Working for them would restore her reputation as a law professional and repair some of the damage he’d done to her. Surely, this was the least he could do for her.
“So what do you say?” Lawrence prodded.
“Fine.” Spencer sighed. “If you hire Kelly, I’ll come in.”