The One Dollar Divorce Settlement
Language: en
The first thing I noticed when I opened the office door was the junior analyst, Jett Sawyer, beneath the conference table. The kid, barely shaving, was intent on his mischief, and Cassia’s attempt to suppress her pleasure was failing dramatically. I placed the file on the desk without making eye contact. “The Soho Initiative funding request. Just sign here, please.” She was preoccupied with a much more immediate form of gratification. Distracted and humming, she grabbed the pen and signed through the pages without looking. Only then did she lift her slightly hazy eyes. “Wait… wasn’t your…