"How's that little girl of yours?" he asked. Agnes beamed at him. "Doing great at the new school. I can't thank Mr. Cavanaugh enough for working his magic, but he keeps telling me to hush." Jarrod chuckled. Sammy took a lot of pro bono cases these days, and if he could help the people he knew and cared about, it made him that much happier. "I'd say he knows how grateful you are--and who else will put up with his grumpiness day in and day out?" She snorted. "Right. You have a good night and don't let him work too late." "He won't." Jarrod smiled and watched her go, locking the front door behind her. He glanced around the office. Good, it was empty, just late enough that everyone but Sammy had gone home. He headed for Sammy's door, opening it without knocking. "Agnes, I told you to go home. I've got this, okay? I'm more than capable of proofreading a deposition." "Are you now, boss-man?" Jarrod shot the lock home, just in case.
