LOGINEmma is suspended. Formally. Procedurally. With Morrison believing her and Patricia's office investigating and Maya's closed office door three doors down. But instead of going home alone to wait it out, Emma Parker said YES to moving in with Alex Richardson and the game has completely changed. Maya thinks she cleared the field. She cleared the field of the office version of Emma. She has no idea what version of Emma is about to be living in Alex's apartment when she comes calling. Chapter 43 is coming and it is going to be everything. Comment below, I read every single one!
Present Day – Monday MorningRaines Webster's case file was two hundred and thirty pages.Emma had read it over the weekend. She read it in stages in order to understand the case and how it can be worked.Pinnacle Entertainment Group had taken Raines's original screenplay, the one she had developed over three years and pitched to them under a confidentiality agreement, rewritten it with a different title and a different surface with the same ideas, and put it into production without her name anywhere on it. The film was currently in post-production. It was scheduled for release in eight months.The ideas were unmistakably hers. Emma could see it even without knowing Raines's work. The story itself while good, shows that its originality is lacking.There are minor inconsistencies between the characters to suggest tampering.It was a good case. Genuinely strong.Emma came into the office Monday with the file marked and tabbed and a preliminary strategy already forming, the way strategies
Present Day – Thursday EveningThe removal van was blocking half the parking garage when Emma got home.She squeezed her car into the remaining space, got out and looked at the van, which was large and white and being unloaded by two men carrying things that looks expensive and could feed a refugee camp. A sound system in a custom case. Framed artwork wrapped in moving blankets. Boxes labeled ‘books’ that required two people each.Someone with taste and money had decided to become their neighbor.Emma took the elevator up. Justice met her at the door the way he did now, winding between her feet while she dropped her bag and kicked off her shoesAlex was in the kitchen. Something on the stove that smelled like garlic and white wine, which meant Alex had either found a recipe she felt confident about or had decided that confidence or not she was cooking anyway."There is a removal van downstairs," Emma said."I saw it this morning." Alex stirred without turning around. "Fourth floor. End
Present Day – Monday AfternoonMorrison's coffee was good.Emma had not expected that. She had worked in this building for three years and had never once seen Morrison make coffee with his own hands and the result was a revelation. Dark roast, properly brewed, in actual ceramic cups from the credenza behind his desk rather than the paper ones the break room offered.She held hers with both hands and waited.Morrison sat behind his desk and looked at them both with the expression that had no name, the one that had been doing more thinking than it showed for as long as Emma had known him."Maya Torres has tendered her resignation," he said. "Effective immediately. The circumstances have been documented. If she applies to another firm in this city, they will know what they are hiring."Emma said nothing. Alex said nothing."The Hartley case is yours," Morrison continued. "Both of you. No additional team members until you request them." He looked at Emma. "You built the trap that caught he
Present Day – Monday MorningThe deposition room at Morrison & Associates was smaller than the conference rooms. Deliberately so. A rectangular table that sat six comfortably and eight if nobody minded their elbows. A court reporter in the corner with her machine. A camera on a tripod for the video record. Institutional carpet and no windows and the particular quality of air that came from a room used primarily for difficult conversations.Emma had always liked deposition rooms. The smallness of them. The way there was nowhere to go and nothing to look at and the only thing in the room that mattered was the person across the table and what they were about to say.Nexum's lead scientist, Dr. Brendan Walsh, sat across from her at nine AM with his attorney beside him and his prepared composure assembled and his hands flat on the table in the manner of a man who had been told to look calm and was working at it.Alex sat beside Emma. Maya at the far end of the plaintiff's side.The court re
Present Day – Tuesday MorningThe good coffee was on Emma's desk when she arrived. A proper cup from the coffee place on the corner, still warm, with her order written on the side in the shorthand of someone who had memorized it. Emma stood in her office doorway and looked at it and then at Alex's closed door across the floor and felt her heart swell with love for this woman who remembered ever little detail about her.She put down her bag. Picked up the coffee, inhaled the aroma and smiled before sitting down at her desk.Three years she had worked in this office. Three years of early mornings and late nights and cases that required everything she had. She had built something real here. She knew every inch of this floor, every client's preference, the way the light came through the corner windows at two in the afternoon and made the whole floor look bright and alive.She was not going to let Maya Torres take it from her.She opened the Hartley file and started working.---Maya appea
Present Day – Monday MorningThe notebook reappeared on Monday.Rosa called Emma's on her personal line to tell her. It had been found in the filing cabinet in Conference Room B, slotted between two Nexum corporate folders, which was not where it belonged and not where Emma had ever put anything in her three years at the firm.Emma sat at Alex's dining table with her coffee and wrote down everything Rosa said, thanked her and hung up.Then she sat for a moment looking at the city through the window.Maya had put it back.She had put it back in the wrong room in the wrong cabinet so it can easily be term as a wrong filing . It was a retreat. Controlled, careful, but a retreat all the same.Emma picked up her phone and called Patricia Webb."The notebook has been found," Emma said when Patricia answered. "Conference Room B, filing cabinet, misfiled between Nexum folders. Rosa found it this morning."A pause on Patricia's end. "That's a different room from where the session took place."







