It had been one of those days at Straten—long, draining, and filled with never-ending assignments that could've been summarized in an email. By the time I walked into the apartment, I felt like my brain had melted and dripped out of my ears.
Ethan was sitting at the dining table, his laptop open, brows furrowed as he sifted through a pile of business reports.
I kicked off my shoes, letting out a sigh of relief as I sank into the couch. "Ethan, remind me again why I signed up for the legal world?" I muttered, running my hands through my hair.
He glanced up, offering a quick grin before his gaze returned to his screen. "Because you're secretly a glutton for punishment. But seriously, you're amazing at what you do. You'll crush it, as usual."
I smiled, sinking into the soft cushions, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to unwind. "You're right. And I do love it… when I'm not about to strangle someone with my own tie."
