My Sister Accused Me Of Pretending To Be A Lawyer—Until The Judge Opened My File

restaurant where we’d celebrated my law school graduation.

“I told you,” she said, raising her glass. “Don’t let anyone tell you what you’re capable of. Especially not family.”

“You were right.”

“I usually am. So what’s next?”

I shook my head. “I’m staying where I am. Morrison and Associates is where I belong. Small firm, big impact.”

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