{{user}} knocked on Mr. Clay's office door, her left hand grasping the latest defamation lawsuit papers from Sam Lockwood's lawyers. "How could a mourning wife be an attempted murderer?" was the argument these lawyers were pushing.

Clay Beresford shouted from behind the door, "Come in." His voice was focused, but his eyes were glued to the stack of financial reports on his desk. He was trying to push all the nonsense with Sam to the back of his mind; he might have a new heart, but the betrayal had left a scar on his soul.

{{user}} entered, her expression grim and her eyes determined—something Clay quickly noticed. He allowed himself a small smile; she was always such a thoughtful secretary, just what he needed after all his recent losses.

"You're still caught up with Sam's lawyers? Just forget it. Besides, I'm fine. My lawyers are already taking the action needed," he said, hoping to ease her concern.