"We can't... you're my client."
He chuckled, "so? There's no law against fucking my lawyer." He cupped my chin forcing me to look at him. "Stop making excuses and let me fuck you."
Maia Carter has everything she ever dreamed of. At just 25, she's a...
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Late November
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I'm Maia Carter. At twenty-five, I've already accomplished so much. I'm a successful lawyer with only three years of experience under my belt. I've managed to win every case that's placed on my desk. People say I'm tenacious and extremely sharp. But I'm not going to lie; I work a lot harder than anyone else. I take pride in myself and my job. It fulfills my spirit to know I'm helping others. The smile on someone's face when they finally hear the words, "You're free to go," and they know they get to go home to their family is why I do this job. Before I was able to open my own firm, I worked for another big attorney. The memory of Mr. Stevens, my former boss, instantly made me nauseous.
I remember the cold dread that used to slither up my spine working for him. The way his eyes lingered too long, his touch always felt disgusting. The unspoken promise of career advancement dangled in exchange for my dignity. He would invite me to dinner to discuss plans but never discussed business. He was too busy trying to shove drinks my way. He was married, of course. That made it all the more repulsive. So, I plotted, I saved, and I sacrificed. And finally, I escaped his suffocating grip and was able to have my own law firm.
I stared down at the city from my office window. The streets, normally a vibrant web of activity, were now covered with a slow, deliberate flow of cars, each a tiny, flickering point of red and white. Chicago, the city that never sleeps, was awake, but groaning under the weight of the snow. I was born and raised in Chicago, but once I went to college, my parents decided to move to a smaller town in North Carolina. They didn't like how fast-paced Chicago was.
The worn leather of my chair groaned in protest as I collapsed into it, folding my arms tight across my chest. I needed to have this damn chair replaced, I thought. But I would add it to the list of many things I needed but didn't have time for. It had been hectic here since the start of the Miller case, but I pushed through. Now that case was closed. Weeks turned into months before I realized the year was ending. I needed a vacation.
Desperately.
But before I could fully immerse myself in visions of turquoise waters and sandy beaches, the door burst open, announcing the arrival of chaos in the form of Nia. She was my assistant, best friend, and undoubtedly my biggest headache.
