Chapter 73 Sore Loser

• Timothy: I didn’t mean to scare you off...
• I glanced at the texts briefly before dismissing them, my cheeks tinged with a subtle shade of pink. Despite the warmth of my face, I focused my attention back on my work, determined to bury the awkwardness of our encounter. As I typed, the emails began to pour in.
• Clients were reaching out left and right, impressed by the courtroom finesse and legal expertise I had displayed. It was a boost to my confidence, a reassurance that my hard work was not going unnoticed.