The Sanction

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6

I texted Aidan early this morning letting him know I was going to walk to work to get some fresh air, he understood but was obviously disappointed. I didn't get a full night's sleep last night, but I was refreshed enough to feel almost normal again. The start of my day was, thankfully, an easy one. I'd woken up ahead of my alarm and was able to take my time and not feel rushed. Also, the whole morning I hadn't received any strange text messages from anyone. As I walked out of my front door, I said a silent prayer that the rest of the day would be this peaceful.

I should've known better, I mean, I am a lawyer after all.

The few people that were at the office early were rushing around for paperwork. Just as well, every phone seemed to be ringing off the hook.

I checked with the receptionist that Aidan was here, then made my way to his office after having her inform him of my arrival. I could see his door was cracked open and I could hear him having an impetuous conversation, I wasn't sure if it was Bethany or Christine, but I could tell it wasn't going well either way.

"Do you have any idea what this information could do to all of us if it got out!? Or have you even thought about what this could do to our business?" "I understand, and I'm trying to get a handle on everything. I still have phone calls to make and resources to get in contact with, so just calm down and don't worry about it, I'll take care of everything." "You had better Aidan, and you better let her know about everything as well. Because, if she gets questioned and doesn't know how to respond to the situation, everything could get shot to hell. And that wouldn't be good for any of us, especially you and I, since I'm the one who bailed you out of this situation last time."

I hurried around the corner to avoid being seen, a moment later I heard a door slam down the hall, proving it was either Bethany or Christine chastising Aidan.

I cautiously approached his door and gave a light knock before slightly cracking the door open again. "It's Jessica," he motioned at me to come in while still focusing on his computer screen. "Take a seat at the table please, we have a lot to get done and very little time." I set my papers on the table and fanned them out, Aidan sat at his desk for a few more minutes before grabbing files and making his way over to the table and taking a seat across from me.

I'll spare you the details, but what you should know is that we had planned to only meet for a couple of hours. That plan quickly changed when we both realized just how much information was still missing for this case.

"We only have an hour before the office closes, so how about we deal with the rest in the next couple of days." Aidan was already gathering up his papers and started walking back to his desk. "If you don't mind my asking, why wouldn't we just finish up tomorrow?" He kept his back to me still filing through papers. "I won't be in the office tomorrow, I have other things to take care of."

I finished gathering my things and slowly made my way to the door, all the while, my mind was wondering if the reason why he wouldn't be in tomorrow had anything to do with his conversation earlier. "No problem, I'll try to do some research tomorrow and inform you of anything the next time we meet." "Sounds great, have a good rest of your day Jessica." "You as well, Mr. Stone," and with that, I left the room.

I'd planned to ask him for a ride home and maybe see if he'd divulge any information about the conversation I'd overheard. It looks like that'll have to wait for another time.

On the way to my desk, I could feel someone's eyes on me, but as I glanced around the office, it seemed that everyone was still focusing on finishing their work for the day. I sat down and turned my computer on with the mindset that I'd check my emails and finish whatever small work Bethany or Christine had asked of me, at least that was my plan.

I typed in my login information only to receive a message that my information wasn't recognizable. Before I could try again, my desk phone rang with an unknown number appearing on the screen. "Jessica Blackwood, how may I assist you?" The line was fuzzy, and I couldn't hear anything on the other line, but then, before I could pull the phone away to hang up, the caller finally spoke.

"I warned you not to take the case with him. Now, all you can do, is watch."

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