#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. With a quick swipe, I opened the first email, my heart skipping a beat as I read the words of praise from a potential client who had witnessed my legal prowess during the trial. The satisfaction was undeniable, especially with how I’d gotten nothing but crickets before. As I continued to read through the emails, each one more encouraging than the last, a sense of fulfillment washed over me. It was moments like these that fueled my passion for the law, a reminder of the impa