Motion to Compel
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Last published Sat, Dec 30, 2023
Eleanor Klein was the only in-house legal consultant at a multi-billion-dollar financial firm in Boston. She was also one of the youngest people working for the company, struggling with the stress of near-impossible expectations and not being taken seriously by the men at her job. Her best friend and roommate, Clara Jacobs, was one of the only people in her life to offer even a sliver of salvation and then she was introduced to a group of recklessly fun trust-fund babies. Eleanor thought that would be her only vice until the firm decided that she wasn't garnering the proper respect in her job and hired another legal consultant to act as her counterpart. From the moment they met, she could see a hint of herself in him and the warning alarms went off in her mind. She was hungry and ruthless - a cobra ready to strike - which meant he was the same. While she knew he was a threat, she didn't realize the monster in him would be far more dangerous than what he allowed the world to see. When she started to suspect it and ventured to discover more, he ruined her.
T.W.// substance abuse, extreme violence, adult content, SA
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