When Alex called, I was meticulously organizing the materials Professor Davis had sent me—an assortment of data detailing three years of advancements in mechanical engineering, a field I hadn't studied during my hiatus. It included intricate updates on machinery iterations as well as specifications for some newly developed models.
"Mr. Mercer?"
Seeing the name flash on the caller ID was an unexpected jolt, enough to steal my breath.
So soon? Hadn't it been only a single night?
My fingers tightened over the phone, pale at the knuckles, as I sat in tense anticipation.
"Hello, Evelyn. After giving it thought last night, I've decided to take on your divorce case. When are you available? We should arrange a private meeting at my office to go over the procedure. By the way, don't forget you
