Broken Reign -Enemies-To-Lovers Romance Read Online Ava Harrison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
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As I walk past the receptionist, she smiles at me. Head held high and shoulders pulled back, I make my way through the set of glass doors and head straight to talk to my boss.

I’m sure he has a lot to say about the other day in court.

His office is on the opposite side of the floor as mine, and his views are awe-inspiring. Mine is nice, but it’s not a corner office by any means. I face the East River, where there’s not much to look at other than a few small concrete warehouses and some apartment buildings. He, however, has a panoramic view of the city with the Empire State Building on one side and all of Lower Manhattan on the other.

His office door is open. As I make my approach, the sound of my heels makes my presence known long before I enter. At the large desk in front of me is Seth Williams, his chair turned slightly to face the view. He looks deep in thought.

I take a step farther inside, and as soon as I cross the threshold, I catch the familiar smell of scotch.

He’s had a drink, and it was recent by the way the rich undertones still linger in the air.

“Celebrating without me?” I ask, and at my words, the chair squeaks as Mr. Williams turns from the window to face me.

When I see his face, it’s void of emotion. Maybe he’s not celebrating but drowning his sorrows.

The lines around his eyes are more pronounced than usual today, and his lips are set into a straight line. He gives nothing away at first glance, but I know something is wrong or something is different.

I’ve been working here full time for over a year, recruited straight out of law school. I started working here as an intern, and I worked summers. After graduating and taking the bar, I was scooped up for a full-time position.

It hasn’t been a long time, but no one works as hard as I do. I am here all day, every day. I have no social life. Everything I do is to get ahead, and it finally paid off when I was asked to sit as co-council for Mr. Bernard.

It was exactly what I wanted. He’s the goal.

Now that I’ve had his case thrown out, I anticipate Mr. Bernard will bring me on more. Of course, that all depends on Mr. Williams and how he feels about this. I don’t want my desires to be too obvious. People are strange. I need to tread carefully on how I handle Felix and my boss. I don’t want my boss to think I’m trying to leave him. Felix is his full-time client, and he might think I’m poaching one of his biggest clients right from under his nose.

I don’t want to steal his client. I just want to be in the thick of things. In the inner circle. That’s where the power is held. The knowledge. And I need those things.

“Take a seat, Skye. We have a lot to discuss.” Mr. Williams gestures to the empty chair.

“Okay.” It’s only a few feet to where the chair sits directly in front of him. With my head held high, I pull the chair out and sit down. Then I’m waiting for him to open his mouth and tell me why he summoned me to his office.

Maybe to mention last week. To talk about Mr. Bernard. Time stretches out as I wait, and I become impatient. Absently, I look down to see that my finger has been rubbing a circle over the vein on my left wrist, right over the tattoo I had placed there when I turned eighteen. I should wear a watch. Maybe it would help with my nervous habit.

But when I do, I can’t help but feel suffocated as though I can’t breathe. My pulse accelerates, and it feels like—

“Skye.”

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I shake my head again, realizing that Mr. Williams is talking, and I tuned him out.

Not wanting him to know that I haven’t been listening, I meet his gaze head-on as he continues to discuss all the amazing things I’ve accomplished, all the cases I’ve won, and most importantly to him, all the money I’ve made for the firm.

He goes on and on about the money.

For him, that’s the most important thing—the billable hours. For me, that barely touches the surface of why I am here. That is not my endgame. I’m willing to take a ride down to hell, let a few criminals go free, if it means I will eventually get my revenge.

“You have done an impressive job this past year. You have risen to every challenge I have given you. This last victory proves I was right to sit you in that chair. There was speculation in the office that you would fail, I won’t lie. You’re young. Fresh out of law school with not a lot of cases under your belt, after all. But I do believe you proved them wrong.” His smile is broad and proud as if he won in court. Like a proud parent, he prattles on.


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