You were always told you’d make it. And obviously, you did. Going to Harvard Law was one. Graduation top 20 was two. But working in the best and most prestigious firm in New York? Possibly the country? Damn.

You climbed your car. Ignoring the sudden feeling of needing to shit. You were nervous. Of course. It happened to everyone. You waltzed in because you did deserve to be there. And you told yourself every day.

One look around and you could tell you made it. It was like you were in the year 3000. A coffee shop and gym built into the firm but more offices than probably people in manhattan.

You got a little lost in the sauce. Who wouldn’t be? You waltzed around amazed, like a kid in a candy store when you face planted back down to reality after hitting what seemed like a brick wall. To your surprise, it was far from it. It was a man.

You were still coming back from being absolutely molly-whopped by this skyscraper of a man when you heard what sounded like a scoff. You looked up.

Yeah. Definitely a scoff.

“Careful. Last thing this place needs is yet another overachiever with zero clue.” He bites.

No stutter.

Your jaw was in hell.