☆ symphony harris has just graduated after two years at a university her parents chose for her. feeling annoyed with her parents' suffocating nature and controlling attitudes, she searches for a job, determined to live her own life free of all press...
we're getting so close to the end and it's so bittersweet!! i started writing this books years ago and i'm somehow just now trying to complete it.
every once in a while i reread my old works and i fall in love with the characters and the stories. i remember the feeling of creating a world where fun giddy romances can be enjoyed.
so when i read snowed in and trapped in i just knew i had to finish pulled in too. i owed it to myself and to my amazing readers!
i'm so excited to complete this beautiful story and give jared and sym their happy ending <3
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i'm not sure what i always thought a lawyer's office would look like but t certainly wasn't this.
the only way i can think to describe it is dark and a little intimidating but maybe it's meant to be that way. then again, legal matters have always been intimidating to me. they feel a little too real and impersonal. like as soon as legality is brought into a situation there's no longer morality or relationship taken into consideration...only winning.
good thing i'm here for harmless reasons. well...as harmless as they can be. i suppose becoming a partner in a company doesn't feel exactly like light work. in fact, the only light aspect to it as how light headed it's making me just thinking about it.
"miss harris?" a secretary speaks from behind her desk across the waiting room. i'm the only one waiting which makes all of this feel even more intense. sitting alone while jared speaks with his lawyer friend, twiddling my thumbs with no one and nothing to look at since every time i made eye contact with the secretary her eyes narrowed a little bit more.
i stand up, collecting my things, and walk toward the doorway where a tall thin man stands, holding the door open for me and greeting me with a small smile. he has a kind face but an undeniable presence that only men with importance carry.
"thank you." i return his smile and step inside, shoving aside the nerves swirling deep in my chest.
this room is much brighter which relaxes me. windows line the wall, the city bustling silently and rays of golden sunlight bringing me a much needed sense of peace. a long light wooden table sits in the middle of the room surrounded by rich brown leather chairs. plants take up the corners and hang from the ceiling and it screams of corporate professionalism and money.
"it's beautiful in here." i express, pulling a seat out and resting my bag on it, eager to begin so i can stop perspiring profusely from the sheer craziness of all of this.
"i can't take credit." the man looks around, "this is all my wife's doing. she says people get nervous enough coming here without feeling like they're in a doctor's office." he laughs, his brown eyes scrunching up on the edges, and i chuckle, nodding in agreement.
