Once the three nannies I hired arrived, I rushed straight to the office, trying not to think about Vae's soft, hiccupping cries that still hadn't stopped.
Why was she crying that long?
It would be fine, right?
Maybe she was just extra sensitive this Monday because I had been home all weekend. That was what I forced myself to believe, even if the truth stung, that I wasn't there to soothe her, wasn't there to steady her, and God, I felt that absence more than I admitted.
The taxi I took got stuck in traffic, absolutely not helping my attempt to arrive early, even though I'd left sooner than usual.
Today was an important day—my firm had just won a multi-billion-dollar estate litigation.
The CEO of that estate was coming to sign another contract and officially appoint us as their primary advisor.
But my supervisor's earlier call—roaring like the world was ending—said the contract envelope had been switched with the divorce case envelope meant for the courthouse.
