Song Rec'd: Ultraviolence — Lana Del Rey.
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E L S P E T H.
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I resumed work a few days after Heather's chaos while my team published the "Pre-Action Protocol Letter." I was poring over the details when my father walked into my office.
I stood up. "Good morning, Father." I greeted him, watching as he scanned the room, taking in the aesthetics.
"Nice place you've got here," he commented, settling into a chair.
"Thank you," I said, returning to my seat.
I made a mental note to discuss with the receptionist the need for prior notice when family arrives, regardless of who they are.
"You didn't mention this place to me. Why not?" he asked.
"What exactly?"
"This firm."
