Jupiter’s Pull
The clock had long since crept past midnight, but time had become a fluid concept in her world of pretrial motions and legal briefs. Each paper represented another piece of the intricate puzzle she was determined to solve, another chance to prove herself in a world that constantly questioned her capabilities.
The building hummed with the quiet energy of empty corridors and dimmed lights, a solitude that usually brought comfort but tonight felt oppressive.
Her coffee had grown cold again, forgotten amidst the stack of depositions she’d been reviewing. The motion in limine to exclude DOJ evidence lay half-finished before her, its implications looming larger with each passing hour. The Juisys LLC case wasn’t just another file - it was her chance to showcase her unique approach to the law, to demonstrate why the firm had chosen her to lead this fight.
Outside her window, the city lights blurred into a tapestry of prospect and pressure. She could see her reflection in the glass - impeccable suit slightly wrinkled at day’s end, dark hair falling from its usually perfect arrangement, determination etched in her carriage.
The image wavered, fragmenting like her concentration as thoughts of Daniel’s recent absences and mysterious calls invaded her focus. Each time he’d disappeared mid-conversation, each unexplained exit, had left a small crack in her professional armor.