#Chapter9 Potholes Down The Lane

“Hey, was that Sonya Smith’s lawyer?” A tall, dark-skinned Indian woman asked in awe as she barged into Logan’s office. Logan rolled his eyes as she threw herself on the black couch standing against the wall.

Logan briefly looked up and narrowed his eyes at her as she laid flat with her feet on the couch while her shoes were still on. “She can’t even afford to pay her rent upfront, how the hell would she even afford a lawyer?” He scoffed before he turned to his laptop screen and continued to type.

“Especially one as fancy as her, right?” The woman said dreamily, causing...