Stepping into Mr. Erickson's office felt like entering the lion's den. The dim lighting cast an air of formality over the space, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension as I closed the door behind me. Mr. Erickson, with his imposing presence and air of authority, was seated behind his desk, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Evie, come in," he greeted, motioning for me to take a seat across from him. "I wanted to personally congratulate you on your recent victory in court. You handled the case brilliantly, and I always knew you had it in you."
I mustered a smile, though my skepticism lingered just beneath the surface. Mr. Erickson had hardly been supportive of my endeavors before, often questioning my abilities and making my climb through the firm's ranks all the more chal
