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Aspen's Betrayal

... than anyone else, just based on how much they studied together; law school did that to you. He'd never told her he'd always had a crush on her, even though he knew she could probably figure it out herself and even though she'd had a boyfriend for the entirety of their time in law school.

Even so, they'd stayed good enough friends for her to recommend him for the job after they'd graduated. She'd had the offer to work as a manager at Marzanna in hand going into her third year in law school, and she proceeded to wipe the floor with opposing counsel in a string of high profile trials during her first year with the firm. Back then, Crispin was out of work -- the job offer he'd had after law school had fallen through -- and desperate. Aspen had landed him this job and he knew he owed her.

Plus, things between them had stayed friendly. He'd worked for her before on a number of her cases, doing the more mind-numbing research and writing, all the entry-level grunt work a case required while she set off fireworks in court hearings and power meetings with the opposition's lawyers. She'd never been condescending to him even though she could have been and even though most managers treated the office floor workers with a mixture of disdain and mockery. She hadn't reported him when he'd messed up either, even though it had happened a few times.

No, Crispin thought, Aspen wasn't going to make this the worst thing he'd ever experienced. She'd stuck up for him before, even when she ...

... didn't have to. And he was going to owe her for this, but it was still worth a shot. The other managers would enjoy this too much.

Like Chaya who, speak of the devil, had just stepped out of her office into the hallway a few yards away from him. Crispin tucked the promotion slip into his pocket.

He did not need Chaya seeing *that*.

"Well, well," she said, hands on her hips as she blocked the hallway. "What are you doing off of the office floor, brief monkey?"

One of his few fuckups since he'd started on the office floor had been a research error in a case Chaya was working on. He'd missed one of the most on point cases in putting a motion together for her and the judge had -- allegedly -- roasted her for it in court, in front of her client and the opposing attorney. Crispin was never going to deny he'd made a mistake, but Chaya was vindictive. She made his life hell every time he had to work for her now.

And sometimes, even when he didn't.

"I need to talk with Aspen," Crispin told her, folding and unfolding the promotion order in his pocket.

A smirk crossed Chaya's face, a teasing fire lit up her dark eyes. "Do you now?"

"Yes," Crispin said.

"You fuck up a motion for her too or what?"

"Chaya, please," Crispin said. "I just need to talk with Aspen."

Chaya's grin widened, but she still stepped aside and let him pass. He could feel her eyes all over him -- between his shoulder blades, the small of his back, his ass -- as he knocked on the door to ...