It was located in a two-story brick building with Law Office of Robert Evans written across the top of it. I’d been here only once before. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since I last walked into this building. I pulled open the door and walked inside. The reception area was as gorgeous as I remembered. The walls were a light-cream color with artwork hanging every few feet. There were two leather couches with a television mounted on the wall across from them. A glass table covered in magazines was set in the middle of the room. The same receptionist from before sat behind her desk. She smiled warmly when she saw me. “You must be Claire.” I nodded. “How did you guess?” She grinned. “I remember you from before. Plus, you look absolutely terrified. That’s always a dead giveaway for new employees.” She paused. “And clients who are in a heap of trouble. Anyway, I’m Gina. If you will follow me, I’ll take you up to Becky.
