Timothy
She clearly isn’t happy to see me. I couldn’t blame her, but it still stung. The only reason I am standing here is because I noticed the folder she held to her chest at the arena. The words Brooke and Payne were etched into the dark leather.
After some late-night research accompanied with a beer and a phone call to the firm, I learned that she had everything I needed to help solve both of our problems.
The partners were stupid for letting her go, but I figured I could help fix that terrible decision and my contract issues.
“Miss Sinclair,” Mister Erickson says simply. “This is Timothy Hayes. Our client.”
Evie just looks at me, her jaw tight and her body rigid. She soon takes a huge breath, shifting her body in her seat and fixing a sickly sweet smile. The smile didn’t reach
