**Knock knock knock**, a series of raps on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in," I turned to see who was entering.

"What brings our Ms. Trivett here?" I smiled at the girl with big waves and a fiery figure, jesting.

"I just finished a meeting with your boss and came to check on you. Are you busy? How about we grab some coffee?"

"Sure, let's go," I said, grabbing my coat and linking arms with her, heading to the nearby café.

Jasmine Trivett is a friend of many years and also my client.

As soon as we sat down, she asked about my recent situation with Edward.

"I'm thinking...