Too Late For Your Grand Remorse

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. "Corinne, you know I can't," he stated, his voice flat, devoid of any warmth. "My caseload is full.

flat tire? The ones that let you fast-track her trivial legal issues while my sister, your sister-in-law, is lying broken and traumatize

he's just a child, Grant! A vulnerable young woman who trusted her boss! He violated her! He destroyed her! And you, a renown

cold, distant, as if watching a particularly tedious legal

y clients are carefully vetted. If your sister needs legal counsel, she can apply like everyone

g Kylee with him. "Let go, Co

gnoring the sharp sting, ignoring the potential stares if anyone were sti

a desperate plea. "She's my only sister! My only family! She's suffering from severe depression, Grant! She talks about ending it

owed. "What is this, Corinne?" he sneered, his voice barely audible, but colder than ice. "Are you trying to manipulate me? Using your sist

ing compared to the agony in my chest. "This is my last request, Grant," I said,

creasing his brow. Just a hint of something, pe

her stress you out," she cooed, her voice sweet and concerned. "You've had such a long day. If it's too much, I can always find anoth

will not!" he roared, startling us both. He turned to Kylee, his face a mask of fury. "This is not your decision to make. You will keep your mouth

nothing but contempt. Then, he turned and stormed out, Kylee

ead weight. Whatever tiny sliver of 'us' I had still harbored, died right there on that cold marble fl

he opulent firm, the setting sun casting long, mocking shadows. I p

raw. "Grant won't help. We'll

n Aubrie's small voice, devoid of surprise, re