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Chapter 31: Encounter at the Gate–1

Chapter 31: Encounter at the Gate

(Olivia’s POV)

The morning sun had barely risen when I arrived at Moonlaw Legal Services. I’d deliberately come early, hoping to make a good impression on my second day.

Heather Phillips intercepted me in the hallway, her sleek bob swinging as she approached with two thick file folders.

“Olivia, good timing,” she said briskly. “This client wants to appeal. The previous attorney has resigned, so now this is transferred to you. The appeal deadline is approaching fast. You’d better draft the appeal and get the documents ready for

court today.”

nodded, taking the first folder.

Before I could respond, she thrust the second folder into my hands. “And this labor injury case. You need to accompany the client for the injury certification and disability assessment. Try to get it done today or tomorrow, don’t drag it into next

week.”

“I understand,” I replied, grateful for the immediate work. “I’ll handle both right away.”

Heather gave me a curt nod before striding away, leaving me with my arms full of

case files.

I made my way to my office, already mentally organizing my approach. More cases meant more commission and valuable experience as an independent lawyer. This was exactly what I needed.

Gregory wasn’t in yet, giving me the quiet office to myself as I spread the documents across my desk. The appeal case involved a complex property dispute with multiple parties. The labor injury case concerned a beta werewolf injured at a construction site owned by a prominent pack.

Both were complicated, but felt a surge of determination. This was my chance to prove myself.

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I dove into the appeal case first, knowing its deadline was more pressing. The previous lawyer had left minimal notes, forcing me to reconstruct the entire case strategy from scratch.

Hours passed without my notice. I skipped lunch, too absorbed in my work to feel hunger. By mid–afternoon, I had drafted the appeal and organized the supporting

evidence.

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I called the labor injury client and arranged to meet tomorrow morning for the medical assessment. That would give me the evening to finish preparing the appeal

documents.

The office gradually emptied as evening approached. First the interns left, then the administrative staff, followed by the other lawyers. Even Gregory bid me goodnight

around seven.

“Don’t stay too late,” he cautioned kindly.

I smiled and nodded, but returned immediately to my work.

By the time I finished, darkness had fallen completely. The building was eerily silent, with only the occasional hum of the air conditioning system breaking the quiet.

I glanced at my watch–nearly ten o’clock. My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

After tidying my desk and organizing the files for tomorrow, I turned off the lights, locked the office, and headed out into the night.

The cool evening air felt refreshing after hours in the climate–controlled building. I started walking toward my apartment, calculating it would take about ten minutes on

“Livvy, have you gone home?” Connor’s gentle voice came through clearly.

“Have you eaten?” he asked, concern evident in his tone.

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