Colleen laughed. Delilah knew where she stood and she knew how to get what she wanted. Colleen could only admire that about her assistant. Sometimes she felt as if she'd been swept up in someone else's dream. Her advisors in school had pegged her as lawyer material from the moment she stepped into high school. When those same advisors told her what a lawyer made Colleen was on board. The idea of never being poor again made her work very hard towards the goal.
She liked what she did, but she often thought there was more to life. That she should do more pro bono work. It might be more satisfying than defending spoiled rich kids.
“Don't fret, Colleen." Her voice softened and a wry smile curved her lips.
“Am I?"
“Yes," Delilah said. “I know you've been questioning what you are doing, but y
