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“It’s good!” My voice was too high, too loud, and I berated myself for it. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Thomas’s brief needed a little work, but it’s about ready for filing.”

The corner of Zach’s lips turned upward. “I knew he needed another pair of eyes on that,” he said. “Whenever he insists that his work is just fine on its own, I know there’s at least a dozen problems.”

“It wasn’tthatbad,” I insisted, but we both knew that I was being nice. “How has your day been?”

Almost unconsciously, we began walking together back to the bank of offices that the partners occupied. “I’ve had a couple of meetings that could have gone better,” Zach admitted, “but overall, it’s been a productive day.”

His wording made me chuckle. Zach looked at me, questioning. “Productive doesn’t necessarily mean good,” I explained. “Productive just means that you’re getting stuff done.”

Zach blinked at that, as if I’d said something profound... but I hadn’t. “I hadn’t thought of it that way before.”

I nudged his arm with my shoulder. “So, is your day good or productive?”

“Can it be both?”

I screwed up my face, as if I were thinking hard about what he’d asked, before nodding. “Of course.”

“Then, it’s been a good and productive day.” He looked down at me. “Is it what you imagined, putting your paralegal skills to use?”

“I’m glad it all came back to me,” I admitted. “I was worried that I wasn’t going to remember a thing I learned in school.” I didn’t tell him about dragging out all of my textbooks in the hopes that flipping through them would jog my memory. While the skills I’d learned in getting my paralegal degree were applicable to being a PR assistant, there was still a lot of legalese that I would need to know, and I hadn’t looked at it in over a year.

I absolutely wouldn’t tell the man who hired me that I felt overwhelmingly incompetent at the job he’d hired me for. I’d rather chew on broken glass.

When we reached Thomas’s office, I realized I absolutely did not want to see Trevor. “Do you think I could take my work somewhere else?” I asked. “Do you think Thomas would mind?”

Bless him, but Zach just nodded and didn’t ask for any kind of explanation. “Just leave him a note telling him that you’ll be in my office,” Zach suggested.

“Your office?”

“The paralegals usually use the legal library, but I know that one of our junior associates is camped out right now, prepping for his first trial.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Zach nodded. “Go grab what you need. I’ll wait for you.” True to his word, Zach stood in the outer office, all but glaring at Trevor, as I grabbed the files from the table in Thomas’s office. I left a sticky note on the pages that I left behind for Thomas to check over and told him where I was going, and then I rushed back to meet Zach.

CarrieAnne was behind her desk when we came into Zach’s office suite. She practically jumped up when he came through the door. “Mr. Wagner—” But her bright smile dimmed when her eyes landed on me. “I wasn’t aware you had another meeting,” she said. “I was just about to order your lunch.”

Zach hummed. “Sounds good.” He looked at me. “Let CarrieAnne know what you want, and she can order it.”

I glanced at the woman, whose mouth was now pressed into a hard line. “That’s not necessary,” I said.

“Did you bring lunch today?” Zach asked. I shook my head. I hadn’t thought about lunch, honestly. I assumed I would walk to whatever was cheap and close and fast. Zach looked thoroughly unimpressed. “CarrieAnne, send in the menu for that Thai takeout that I like? We’ll let you know what to order.”

His assistant nodded. “Of course, Mr. Wagner.”

Zach opened his door and ushered me inside. I hadn’t paid much attention to his office when I came for my interview. It was more sterile than Thomas’s, but the furniture was immaculate and modern. Zach looked totally in his element.

Besides his desk, there were a small couch and coffee table near the window. “Is sitting near the window going to be a problem?” he asked.

I glanced over. The couch didn’t look out at the view. “It should be fine,” I told him. “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me,” he assured me. “I would have sent Trevor home for the day, but I’ll let Thomas deal with him.”

My stomach twisted. “I don’t want him fired or anything drastic like that. He didn’t really do anything but be a creep. He just needs to tone it down.”

Zach’s smile stretched thin across his face. “I won’t suggest firing him,” he agreed, “but he needs to be reminded that if he oversteps, the liability will fall directly on him. The board doesn’t take kindly to predator-types.”

That was... oddly refreshing to hear. “That sounds implausible,” I said.


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