Chapter 86

DRAKE “Fuck!” I yell, throwing my glass of Scotch at the wall of the penthouse. The tumbler shatters, and amber liquid splashes all over the paint. It’s a mess, but I don’t give a shit right now. Everything else is a mess too. What the hell was I thinking, agreeing to let her stay late and work with me? I never let anyone do that. I don’t care how many law degrees they have or how much experience, I prefer to go it alone. Not even Nathan has been invited to help me prep for trial. I have a process, and it’s never let me down. And if I’m being reasonable about it, I have to admit that it didn’t let me down this time. I adjusted my process to include Amelia, and without her, I might have been up all night getting those phone logs in order. I have faith that I would have gotten there in the end, but she certainly made it quicker and easier. As she said, she’s my secretary—the whole point of her job is to help me—so why do I feel so messed up about it all? How did I let it get to the stage