Prescott’s billing sheet. Although he’d spearheaded the firm’s purchase and installation of a cloud-based, computerized time entry system and made training in its use mandatory for all attorneys, he himself still recorded his own time in longhand on billing sheets that she had to special order from a stationery store.His penmanship was thin, with a pronounced slant, and tended to degrade over the length of each line. She didn’t mind the task of deciphering his scrawls and, today, she particularly welcomed the concentration it required. It distracted her from what she’d done and hadn’t done.She’d sat for nearly an hour, staring into the flames, but had been unable to burn the documents. They were back in her green bag. She had promised herself she’d shred them on her lunch break.For now, she tried to decide if Mr. Prescott had “met with Management Committee re: public relations” or if he’d “met with mediation counsel re: political repercussions.” Did the latter even make sense?She looked up as a brisk, business-like knock sounded at the exterior door and it swung open to reveal Samantha Davis.“Mrs.
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