Kiara walked into the building, not minding anyone. Not even the receptionists, who, even though they'd met only twice, the two had become good friends.
Her mind only screamed for her to get to her office. She took the lift to the third floor, where her office was located. One thing with David and Advocates was that they had enough facilities and resources, but the way they operated, not many desired to work with the law firm.
They had enough in that even a mere intern was entitled to a Partner-level office space.
Kiara got off the lift and walked down the hallway, carefully reading the door tags on each door. When she came to one that read "Patner Kiara Miracle," she couldn't hold back her joy. It felt so professional.
Not that she was unprofessional, of course not. Well, it all depends on what being professional really means. With her master's degree in Legal Laws and her four years of experience in active practice, Kiara thought, perhaps that was professional enough.
