"Really?" Willow's face lit up with genuine joy. "That's incredible! When did this happen? Why didn't you say anything?"
"Just today, right before you got home. They called with the verbal offer," Jade beamed. While she didn't have the official paperwork in hand just yet, a verbal offer was a lock. She couldn't wait to share the good news and lift Willow's spirits.
"Which firm is it? Is it a big corporate office? Do they have a strong presence here in New York?" Willow asked eagerly.
It was actually a newly established practice called Sterling & Faircrest Law Group. The operation was small, and Jade had never even heard of them before applying, but it was literally the only firm in the city willing to extend her an offer.
Based on the brutal reality of her recent job hunt, she knew this was her one and only shot. It hadn't been an issue of competence—she had crushed multiple interviews and received stellar feedback. But the second she submitted her documentation for the final background checks, she would be completely ghosted.
Initially, she couldn't figure out why she was suddenly radioactive. It wasn't until a sympathetic hiring manager finally took pity on her and gave her a subtle heads-up that she understood. Someone extremely powerful in the industry was actively blacklisting her behind the scenes.
It didn't take a genius to figure out who was pulling the strings. It was just another one of Julian's twisted power plays, a sick attempt to cut off Jade's livelihood to force Willow back under his control. Refusing to give that bastard the satisfaction of ruining Willow's peace of mind, Jade had sworn never to breathe a word of the blacklist to her friend.
Because of that silent embargo, Jade was clinging to this single opportunity, ignoring the massive red flags. The firm was a startup—it might go under in a month. Or worse, the partners might eventually discover they were defying the formidable Sinclair Group and fire her on the spot to save their own skin. But Jade didn't care.
She was a relentless opportunist. The door was cracked open, and she was going to kick it down and charge ahead. She'd deal with the fallout later. A path was a path, and she was more than ready for a change of scenery.

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