Flashback

Sylvia sat in her new office, part of her recent promotion among the esteemed lawyers at MarAdams and Associates. As the firm's reputation rises, so too does its workers and architecture. On the fourth floor are the offices of the two founders, Mr Ben Adams and Mr MarQueen. The senior attorneys, including herself, occupy the third floor. Miss Amoah, her former boss, has moved into Ben's previous office, while Maxwell has taken over Mr MarQueen's old space. Meanwhile, she has settled into Miss Amoah's former office, which she has tailored to reflect her personal style. Let's just say that this office of hers carries the scent of Versace Bright Crystal-a soft, feminine blend of pomegranate, tart yuzu, and warm amber. It's the kind of fragrance that lingers, confident and unapologetic, just like the woman who rules that space. In this office of hers, the overhead fluorescent lights in the room struggled to compete with the sunlight streaming in through the tall windows behind her, casting a golden halo across her polished desk. The aroma of leather and aged books still lingered in the air, creating a quiet contrast to the modern elegance she had adopted as if it were a second skin. Dark oak panels adorned the walls, lending a rich, timeless feel to the room. There she was-poised and composed, a folder in hand, attempting to read but failing miserably. With a grumble, she let the folder fall onto the desk with a thud. She sighed in frustration and thought to herself, Why is it so hard to concentrate these days? I'm so close to making partner, yet it feels both near and distant. With Scott's absence from the firm, things should be easier for me. No more bumping into Scott. No more having him encroach on my cases, and definitely no more Scott strolling into my space, insisting that I take a break and slow down. I'm free of him, but for some unexplainable reason, I find myself yearning for him. For his smile, his silly jokes, and that carefree spirit of his. Sylvia's eyes snapped open. Could this be love she shook her head, trying to break out of the trance. Nope! Definitely not. Sylvia Benson has never let her heart fall for a man. NEVER! She reassured herself that it was probably just one of those things they say-absence makes the heart grow fonder. She slammed her fist into her palm. Yes, that must be it. Trying to convince herself, she sank back in the chair, staring ahead. Just then, a knock at her open door jolted her from her thoughts. Standing in the doorway was Sylvia's assistant, Mavis Tetteh, dressed in her signature black skirt that fell just above her knees and a crisp white top. She clutched a folder tightly to her chest. "Yees, can I help you, Miss Tetteh?" She asked. Mavis shifted her weight, trying to steady herself. "Mr Adams is on the phone. He asked me to tell you that he needs you in his office and will be waiting." Sylvia nodded in acknowledgement. "Sure, please let him know I'll be there shortly." After Mavis left, she stood up and made her way to the elevator for the fourth floor. When she got to the elevator, she tapped her foot impatiently on the floor, arms crossed as she waited for the elevator to arrive. When the elevator doors finally opened, she whispered under her breath, "Finally."