"Will you have your phone with you today?" (6:20 AM) "Yeah." (6:40 AM) "That's not allowed." (6:40 AM) "I'm in the Political and Education staffroom. Come find me if you run into any issues." (6:45 AM) "Okay." (6:47 AM) "Actually, I'm teaching year twos this morning. I have the first two chemistry periods, Class 5. Just text me if you can, or come by." (6:48 AM) (7:05 AM) Everything okay? Xiao Zhan stared down at the phone, and only when the muffled giggles around him filtere

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[Lennon] I've become so accustomed to falling asleep with her in my arms that waking up without any sense of her presence is disconcerting. However, as my eyes open, and I take in the blaze of colors across the sky as the sun disappears into the horizon, I easily recall where we are and why she isn’t by my side. Watching the sunset right from our bed above the ocean was something I couldn't quite fathom when Maeve described it in her story about us. But as I wake up to the re

[Maeve] Being driven to the runway tarmac instead of our apartment is quite a surprise. “We’re not going home?” I ask as I spot the waiting private plane and its attendants. “No,” he replies. “I thought you could use a little trip to get your mind off things until the jury comes back with their verdict." He is completely right! What I want beyond all else is to be distracted, and I just love him for the idea. I want to give him a kiss, but given that his driver is just a few

[Lennon] The aftermath of the trial is a quiet one. On the first day, as messages and calls flooded her phone, she had turned to me with...

"Finally," the judge says. "The time has come for closing statements. Is the plaintiff's counsel ready?" All eyes in the courtroom turn to Lennon, who seems thoughtful. He lowers his gaze one last time to the document before him. Afterward, he takes a long look at Maeve, and although she tries to hide it, it is impossible to miss the slight curve of her lips in an affectionate and intimate smile. He rises to his feet then and approaches the panel of jurors to address them. "L

[Maeve] "He likes it black," the familiar voice pierces through my thoughts. "And cold." I turn to see Lennon's secretary, Matteo, as he grabs a juice from the refrigerator and then sits down at one of the empty round tables in the kitchen area. "Yeah," I respond, "I know." I return my attention to the cups of coffee I'm putting together for myself and Lennon, and he takes a seat. "Have you known the boss for long?" he asks, and I'm not surprised by his curiosity. Since I've

[Lennon] "What the fuck are you doing?" As Charles barges into my office, I look up from the settlement offer I'm reviewing to see him practically emitting steam from the top of his head. "Good morning, sir," my associate Elena immediately rises to her feet to greet him, but Charles barely spares her a look. "Get out!" he says, and she turns to me with severe concern. "Hang around," I tell her, and she hurries out of the office. "There are only a handful of memorable moments