Let My Death Be the End of Our Story

“The car accident and the 'fake' death you requested are in progress. Everything will be ready in ten days.”

The message pinged on Evelyn's phone and as she glanced down to read it, a male voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Have you really thought this through? You’ll be up for partner by the beginning of next year. Sure you won’t stay?”

Evelyn sat across from a senior partner at the law firm, her gaze fixed on her phone as the conversation continued. She took a few seconds to compose herself before looking up and speaking firmly.