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cause. Better than I thought it would be, in fact. I'm pretty impressed."
"That sounds comforting. At least you know your money is going to a worthy cause."
She couldn't have found a better place to sink her money if she'd spent a lifetime looking. What were the chances that she'd be working in the very place that would be best for her money? Kind of odd to donate it to one's employer, but she wasn't complaining.
Kat grinned. "Don't you mean Grandfather's money?" she said impishly.
"I'm assuming he'd turn in his grave?" Carson pushed back her dark curls and got to her feet, grimacing at the cold remains on her plate.
Kat let out a bark of laugher. "He'd come back to haunt me if he ever got wind of it." Carson laughed at that as she took her plate to the sink. "Hey, what do you say we go rent a sappy movie and get some takeout?"
"Netflix?" Carson grinned as she headed for the remote.
"Indian?"
Carson nodded, and they settled into their usual relaxing routine as Kat ordered while Carson hunted down an old version of Pride and Prejudice.
Kat left thoughts of paperwork for later, wanting a respite from the tumult of her emotions, however brief.
16. KAT
K AT HAD THE MORNING OFF the next day, spending it chatting with Carson.
Kat regretted even mentioning Ursus Major postponing their tour. She was signed up for their newsletter, and she'd seen it while scanning her email.
Carson had rolled her eyes, pretending it had no effect on her. And although Kat had settled into her morning yoga routine, she hadn't missed Carson's odd reaction when she'd wondered what the name meant.
She'd suspected that Carson already knew, but Kat had dutifully confirmed that it meant something akin to 'Big Bear.' She was a little annoyed with Carson though, feeling that by now she should have pulled herself back together. Marek hadn't miraculously appeared on her doorstep to make up, and Carson didn't seem likely to be doing the same with him.
When Kat had showered and changed, she'd found Carson practicing at the piano in their private lounge, and she'd left her be.
Music would heal Carson.
Kat headed to the office at midday, as usual finding a place to park her silver Lexus three blocks away. The vehicle had been bought at the insistence of her overbearing father.
According to H. Carter Jr., cars were a status symbol, meant to imbue confidence. She'd bought it just to appease him, knowing he hadn't been impressed with her choice to go pro bono and wanting to keep the peace. She hadn't intended to use it for work until she'd given in to the reality that the bus commute to A&L was ridiculous when she actually owned a car.
So she parked in a lot a few blocks away and walked to work. So far nobody had cottoned on.
Once at her desk, she ran through the terms of the contract, updating it as she went. She printed out the final version and signed on the dotted line, before sliding the document into an envelope and sealing it.
The rest of the day passed in a blur: a new client needed relocation, and another claimed she wanted to keep her husband away from her pre-teen daughter.
The last case had taken up pretty much all of the afternoon, and at the end of the day, Kat was wondering if that case was going to be a relocation too. The father happened to be a prominent senator with strong connections within the legal system. Not advantageous for a mother who wanted to keep him away from his daughter.
With the air-conditioning going on the blink again, it all made for a tiring day. Good thing she'd worn a skirt suit today, in lieu of her usual pants. It was still Armani, of course, another thing her father had insisted on when it came to her dress code. He'd said that a professional bearing would imply success. What met the eye was far more convincing than reality, so she had to work on her image before her job.
He'd been on to something, because Kat seldom lost a case, and her clients always thought the world of her. That could have