Sunny continued, "Manager Williams, it's been two months since the first trial ended. Did the judge ever mention when the case might be closed?"
Manager Williams chuckled politely. "You're joking, right? We can't just go and rush the judge about it."
Sometimes, when lawyers were on good terms with the judge, they'd get a heads-up before the verdict was announced.
But clearly, Manager Williams wasn't about to share anything.
He smiled and said, "Young Attorney Carrington, it's not that I don't want to tell you. It's just that I saw the list Lawson Corporation sent to our legal team today, and your name wasn't on it."
Sunny frowned. "That can't be right."
She quickly checked her phone—there was no notice that she'd been removed from the case group, and her boss hadn't said a word. How could this have happened?
Manager Williams shrugged. "Well, I can't speak for the decisions at your firm. Maybe you should check with your own people?"
Sunny took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Alright. Sorry to bother you."
The moment she got in her car, Sunny called her boss.
No answer from Wyatt.
Uneasy, she drove back to the firm.
She'd barely stepped into the department when she heard her boss shouting from his office: "Vanessa, have you no shame? This is my case—why should you be replacing one of my team's lawyers?"
"Wyatt, yelling at me won't help," Vanessa snapped back. "This is Director Harrison's decision. Go ask him yourself! Honestly, you're always protecting that little protégé of yours. Maybe she ticked off someone important—who knows?"
Lily Williams turned and saw Sunny had returned. She hurried over and pulled her aside. "Sunny, don't panic. Wyatt had no idea either. He just had a huge argument with Attorney Lewis, and now she's back for round two."
Sunny's eyes were cold. "Where's Director Harrison?"
Lily looked uncomfortable. "He's on a business trip. He hasn't answered his phone all day. Otherwise, Wyatt would've barged into his office by now."
Vanessa strutted out in her heels and, spotting Sunny, sneered before sashaying away.
Wyatt followed, looking furious and more than a little guilty when he saw Sunny. His lips parted, as if to say something, but nothing came out.
"Sunny," he finally managed, "I promise I'll get to the bottom of this."
[All done. Do you like it?]
A faint smile tugged at Stellan's lips.
[I do.]
He liked the curtains.
But he liked the woman even more.
A minute later, Stellan's friends were shocked to discover he'd actually posted to his social feed.
Out of curiosity, they clicked on the notification dot by his profile.
Their jaws dropped.
[Stellan: My girlfriend made our place feel like home. Photo.jpg]

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