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Candice McKnight had a reputation for being a hard woman. Uncompromising, resolute, relentless in her representation of clients, no matter what her personal thoughts. That is not to say she did not have morals, did not sometimes question her taking on the criminals and anti-socials that her colleagues wouldn’t touch, but rather that her ambition was boundless… Something that was already earning her a reputation as an often-ruthless rising star at the offices of Smythe and Peterson.

Bleeping split through the half-awake dreaming of the 29 year-old solicitor. Despite the relatively early hour, it was almost welcomed as it shattered the young woman’s all too vivid nightmare.

Since her victory last week, when the overly busty and not-too-bright trophy wife of a deceased millionaire had contested and won the complete ownership of all his stocks, funds and assets, to the deprivation of the man’s daughter, Candice had repeatedly had the same dream.

As the verdict was read, Candice’s opponent across the room, the self-representing daughter, had given the lawyer such a bizarre, piercing look with her unusually yellow eyes that she had not been able to get it out of her head, even now she could see the wiry brunette standing on the far side of the walnut panelled courtroom, could feel the heat of that surprisingly oppressive day, hear the deep, rumbling voice of the judge as-

With a start, she jerked herself into full waking. The bleeping! It wasn’t her alarm, but her mobile!

Candice quickly flipped the no-nonsense phone open only to hear the distinctly succinct voice of that same woman.

“Morning McKnight. Don’t speak. I just wanted to let you know that today my revenge shall be consummated. I look forward to the changes.”

The line went dead. The alarm clock sounded.

For a second, a shocked Candice had to query whether she had just still been dreaming… no she was still holding her phone, the overly girly, bright pink flip-phone. For a second she grimaced at the handset, not entirely sure why she had ever chosen the model that was so unlike her usual professional nature before dropping it to her nightstand and sliding out of bed.

Walking to her en suite bathroom, the lawyer passed one of the full length mirrors of her wardrobe and did a quick self-assessment.

Her 5’6’’ frame was still about as lithe as it had been in school. Age had not yet cursed her with any real sag yet to her chest, but then she was lucky to only have B cups in that regard. Perhaps she had gained a little weight to her midsection, but hitting the gm again would fix that.

Her eyes were still the same intelligent hazel, even if she now had to cover them with glasses for reading and her practical bob kept her dark brown hair in order, though perhaps it needed cutting again soon.

As satisfied as she ever was, Candice made her way to the bathroom, sighing slightly at the thought of another Monday.

 

Does Candice experience any changes whilst getting ready for work?


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