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them.
    “Welcome, Maisie. Maybe we can chat later, but at the moment I need you to drop whatever you’re doing and check a transcript against one of the Ballystock depositions. Mrs. Donahue is setting it up. Whenever you find something that doesn’t match, note the time from the recording as well as the text of the discrepancy.”
    He paused. “I know it’s a bit much on your first day, but we’re under deadline. You have to be detail-oriented.”
    “I am,” she assured him. “It’s not a problem.”
    She gradually became aware that Jayne’s posture had changed. She was standing a little straighter, maybe holding her breath, and her attention was fixed on someone behind Maisie.
    When Maisie turned, she discovered that Mr. Brennbach had entered the room.
    His scarred face, too, as handsome and horrific as she remembered.
    And he was looking right at her.

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    H is expression was unreadable , but Maisie had no difficulty supplying a plausible running commentary.
    There’s that fucking bitch who panicked when she saw me.
    Then she realized that while she was standing there in shock, she’d broken the cardinal rule: she was staring at him.
    And everyone had noticed.
    “I’ll get right on that, Mr. Lattimore,” she stammered, dropping her gaze, then hurried to the door.
    Mr. Brennbach didn’t move out of the way, and she sensed his disapproving glare as she squeezed up against the conference room table to avoid bumping into him.
    She caught a whiff of his aftershave, and the memory of that morning slammed into her like a truck. That scent. His arms around her. His voice in her ear, letting her know she was safe. The silk of his suit and the hardness of his arms and chest underneath.
    She fled down the hall, anxious to get somewhere safe. What she needed was a minute in the bathroom, to pull herself together. But then she saw Mrs. Donahue impatiently hovering over her desk.
    After giving a demonstration on how to operate the self-explanatory transcription software—which Maisie tolerated because she needed a moment to calm her pounding heart—Mrs. Donahue planted her hands on her hips.
    “They’re only entrusting you with this because of a last-minute development. Mr. Lattimore has court on another case at noon and a meeting about this one immediately after. If you’re not capable—”
    “A toddler could handle it,” Maisie said with a sigh. “It’s just following along.”
    “It’s not just following along,” Mrs. Donahue said, shaking her head. “If there’s anything on there, you’d better find it.”
    She stalked off.
    Maisie evicted the stack of folders from her chair. She pushed more folders to the back of her desk. She’d only been there for a few hours and she was already drowning in paperwork.
    Well, at least this would take her mind off a certain lawyer who never lost a case, never forgot a slight, and was probably right now ordering HR to assemble Maisie’s termination paperwork.

    T he woman on the recording was the former live-in housekeeper of the Ballystocks, a couple in the middle of a messy divorce. The questions centered around observations of physical violence.
    Even though the housekeeper always said she didn’t remember the events she was being asked about, the questions were enough to make Maisie’s stomach sour.
    Thank goodness LB&B was representing Davina Ballystock and not her husband, though Maisie assumed the firm had plenty of less-than-pleasant clients. She sighed and prepared to listen to the last five minutes again.
    She became aware that someone had stopped next to her desk.
    Pausing the recording, she looked up.
    It was Mr. Lattimore. He smiled kindly— ooh, sexy smile . With dimples.
    She pulled off her headphones and shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Lattimore. I combed through it and listened to anything ambiguous several times. I did find a list of discrepancies, but they’re minor.”
    “May I?”
    She handed over her page of notes.
    While he scanned