Phoenix, Arizona
The Same Day
When the door opened to the Mendoza law firm, Pamela Williams entered as if she was the owner of the company - confident, sublime, and eager to start her day even if she wasn’t there for an assignment. It was unusual for her to actually come to the firm. Her assignments were usually emailed to her or conveyed over the phone. Once in a while, she met with an attorney. It was usually Daniel and oftentimes outside the firm for privacy reasons. Today, however, Pamela came to see Daniel before she headed back to the hospital to spend more time with her father.
The receptionist looked up, startled at the way the door suddenly opened and quickly slammed closed. She hadn’t expected anyone to arrive. It was supposed to be a slow day. According to her Outlook calenda
