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Timothy proposed an unconventional way to celebrate my recent promotion-golf.

As we entered the venue, the sound of laughter and the clatter of golf clubs echoed through the air. The place was a vibrant mix

of enthusiasts and casual players, all gathered to enjoy a round of golf in a climate—controlled

environment.

“This is fancy,” I told him as he took my hand. “I was expecting mini-golf, but this is very high-tech.”

“This is way better than mini-golf,” he told me. He then turned to the woman at the desk and asked for some golf balls. She gave

him a bag full of them.

He led me to a station in the middle where a large golf course stretched before us beyond the entryway. I eyed the golf clubs

skeptically.

“Trust me. You're going to love this,” he said, handing me a golf club with a grin.

I smirked, twirling the club in my hand. “I hope you're not expecting a hole-in-one from me.”

The first few minutes were filled with laughter as Timothy attempted to teach me the basics. I soon discovered that hitting a

stationary ball with a club required a little skill, or maybe just hand-eye coordination. Meanwhile, Timothy swung his club with an

air of confidence, as if the sport came naturally to him.

“You've got to feel the rhythm,” he said, demonstrating a smooth swing that sent the ball soaring and rolling into one of the pits.

As it landed, the pit flashed with neon lights.

I raised an eyebrow, amused. “Rhythm? I thought this was all about brute force and precision.”

Timothy smirked at me. “It’s a delicate dance, my friend.”

As the game progressed, it became evident that Timothy’s golf skills were far from impressive. He’d just been lucky the first

couple of tries. His swings were erratic, often sending the ball veering off-course or, in some cases, missing it entirely.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter at his comical attempts.

“It's not as easy as it looks,” he grumbled. “I don’t see you getting any.”

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I've gotten way more than you!” I protested, playfully punching him in the arm. “Maybe you should stick to ice hockey. At least

there, you have a puck to hit and ice to slide on.”

He shot me a mock glare. “This is nothing like playing on ice. I'd take a hockey stick and a puck over this any day.”

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I took my turn, the golf ball soaring through the air and landing with a satisfying thud. As if wanting to punctuate my point, the ball

rolled into the pit. “See? Not that hard.”

Timothy crossed his arms, feigning annoyance. “Beginner’s luck.”

As the game progressed, I found myself thoroughly enjoying the unconventional outing. The atmosphere was light, and our

competitive banter added a layer of intimacy to the experience. Despite Timothy’s less—than-stellar performance, he maintained

a good-natured attitude, embracing the challenge with a sense of humor.

After a particularly disastrous swing that sent the ball ricocheting off the fake trees, Timothy let out a frustrated sigh. “I have to

admit, Evie, I'm glad I get to keep playing hockey. At least I’m not this hilariously horrible at it.”

I chuckled, realizing the stark contrast between the controlled chaos of a hockey game and the precision required for golf. “Well,

golf isn’t for everyone. It takes a certain finesse, which I’m not sure either of us

possesses.”

Timothy raised an eyebrow. “Rub it in, why don’t you. You’re almost reaching 300 points.”

I burst into laughter as he pointed to the screen above us. My lucky shots had pushed me up to 270 points. Timothy was still

floundering at a measly 180.

“You know, Evie, I’ve been thinking,” he began, and the humor began to die down in his tone.

I raised an eyebrow, curious about the change in direction. “What's on your mind?”

Timothy hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. “If you hadn’t gone above and beyond, I would've been held down by my

family’s expectations and Stella’s influence. Your dedication opened doors for me that I didn’t even know existed until someone

else tried to gain control.”

I was taken a

aback by his sincerity. “I’m glad I could help, even if it was indirect. Stella and Andy kind of imploded on themselves, you know?”

He smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “They definitely did. My dad had called me into his office, told me that

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“That’s good right?” I saw the uncertainty in his expression and wondered if there were feelings there that I’d missed before.

Eventually, he nodded and looked to the side.

“Itis. It's just,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “It looks like my dad might be moving on as well.”

I set my golf club to the side and walked over to him, looping my arm with his. “He’s moved on?”

“I think he’s found himself a mistress,” Timothy said bitterly.

I blinked, struggling to process the sudden shift in our conversation. The air between us grew tense, and I could sense Timothy’s

discomfort. “Timothy, I... I’m sorry. That’s a lot to take in. How do you feel about it?”

Timothy shrugged, attempting to brush off the impact. “It is what it is, Evie. I expected him to move on, but I was hoping it

wouldn't be so soon. He was never exactly the type to stick around and wait.”

I could see the hurt in his eyes, masked by a facade of indifference. “Timothy, it’s okay to feel upset. This is your family we're

talking about.”

He sighed and began smooth down the back of my hair. His expression softened as he pulled me close. “I just don’t want to

dwell on it, you know? Let’s talk about something else. What are your plans now that you're a senior attorney?”

I hesitated, the discomfort lingering. “Mostly just improving the place, creating a better environment for everyone. I also plan on

mentoring and helping the future incoming counsels.”

Timothy nodded, still petting my hair. “That place could use someone with your vision.”

We decided to take a break from the weighty conversation and head to the bar inside the entertainment venue. As we entered,

the lively atmosphere seemed to wash away our troubles.

I scanned the crowded bar, searching for a vacant spot, when my eyes widened in shock. Jasper stood at the bar, his face

flushed with alcohol. He was yelling at one of the servers, his words slurred and abrasive.

“You didn’t put an olive in my martini like I asked!” he drawled. “What sort of establishment are you running

here?”

I turned to Timothy, who was checking out the drink menu, and tapped his arm. “I’m heading to the restroom.

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“All right,” he said, giving my hand a squeeze as I released him. He turned back to the mounted screen and assumed hummed.

I marched toward Jasper, who was still berating the server in the corner. He had his drink tipping dangerously in his waving

hand, spilling heaves everywhere.

“Jasper, leave her alone!” I exclaimed, rushing over to get between the,

He turned toward me, his gaze unfocused. “Evie? What the hell are you doing here?”

His gaze quickly flew over my shoulder, and his red eyes widened. As he saw Timothy approaching, his lips widened into a

crooked smirk.

“Oh, I see what's going on,” he said, his voice oozing with condescension. “Just as I suspected from such an ‘elite* lawyer!”

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“Jasper, please,” I said impatiently. “You've been drinking way too much. Clearly.”

“Oh!” His lips formed a large “O” and he tilted his head. “Are you going to sue me for drinking? Who know, you might just get

another raise out of it.”

I frowned, taken aback by his aggressive tone. “Jasper, this isn’t the time or place for this. Just leave her alone.”

He scoffed, a drunken sneer on his face. “I don’t care what label they give you. You're just a junior attorney, and you have no

idea what it takes to be successful.”

My patience waned, and I could feel anger bubbling beneath the surface. “Says the man who’s lost twice to me. If you want there

to be a third time, then go right ahead!”

Before I could say more, Timothy stepped between us, his expression firm. He towered over Jasper and snatched the drink from

his hands before slamming it down on the nearby table. “Is there a problem here?”

Jasper’s eyes narrowed. “The fuck you want, lover boy? I’m just teaching Ms. Sinclair here that she needs to learn her place.”

Timothy's jaw clenched, a flash of anger in his eyes. “You don’t get to talk to her like that. Ever. Now back off.”

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Aseries of gasps swept the room as Jasper took a swing at Timothy, catching him off guard. He managed to catch the tip of

Timothy's chin, making him stumble backward.

“Timothy!” I cried out, but he was already lunging at Jasper.

The bar erupted in chaos as the two began to exchange blows. I rushed forward, attempting to break up the fight, but my efforts

were futile in the face of their heated exchange.

“Stop it! Both of you, stop!” I pleaded, but the frenzy continued..

Security eventually came rushing toward us. The bouncers quickly intervened, pulling Jasper and Timothy apart. The chaos had

drawn the attention of the entire bar, and I could feel the weight of disapproving stares.

Jasper, now seething with anger, glared at me. “You think you can replace me, Evie? You'll never be a better lawyer than me.”

The bouncers, having witnessed the altercation, made a swift decision. “You're all out. The night’s over.”

I exchanged a frustrated glance with Timothy as security escorted us toward the exit.

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