After:
Mia gently brushed a stray strand of hair out of Diego's eye. "Please wake up for me, baby. I miss you," she said, before bending over to lightly kiss his forehead. This had become her daily routine. Go to work, visit Diego, go back to the office. "I know that one day you're going to open those dark beautiful eyes of yours and come back to me," she whispered intimately to him, wondering briefly if he could even hear her. "I love you, Diego," she said. Then, she softly kissed his lips before leaving the hospital room.
Before:
-4 years earlier-
Mia Fey made her way hurriedly down the sidewalk comparing the addresses of the buildings to the one on the sheet of paper in her hand. "Grossberg Law Offices..." she murmured under her breath, as she looked for her new place of employment. In her distracted state, she bumped into a man walking up the sidewalk from the other direction.
"You know," he said. "You really should watch where you're going-reading and walking, not a very good combination now, is it?" He appeared to be Hispanic. He had long black hair slicked back and a goatee. He was wearing a very western looking vest and carrying a large portable coffee cup.
"I'm sorry...I'm just a bit lost," she replied apologetically, for she noticed that she'd caused some of the coffee to spill on his vest. He saw that she was looking.
"It's not a big deal, but perhaps I can set you on your way," he said with a note of smugness. Cocky asshole...thought Mia.
"I'm looking for Grossberg Law Offices, I'm an attorney," she said, thinking that would put him in his place. She thought wrong.
"That's funny. I'm the senior defense attorney at Grossberg Law Offices, you wouldn't happen to be the new rookie that was supposed to start today, are you? Because I think you're working under me. Are you Mia Fey?" he asked. Nononono...I can't work under him, I've been around him five minutes and I'm already ready to slap that stupid smirk off his face, thought Mia. She nodded slowly, lips pursed at her terrible luck.
"Welcome to the office," he said pointing to the tall building in front of them. 1 elevator ride with Asshole later, brought Mia to a fourth floor office with a polished gold plaque out front that read "Grossberg Law Offices" The office itself seemed to scream "I have money to spend!" the glossy mahogany floor was covered with oriental rugs and the caramel coloured walls were decorated with expensive looking paintings. A portly older man with a mustache in a dark brown business suit emerged from an oak door across the room. She assumed him to be Mr. Grossberg himself.
"Hello, m'dear," he said, extending a hand, which Mia promptly shook. "Welcome to the defense team, I see you've met -he's going to be your mentor," Grossberg said indicating Arrogant Asshole, who was sitting at a majestic oak desk in front of a window filling out what looked like legal briefs.
"Yes," she replied stiffly, unable to hide the annoyance in her voice.
"I understand he may seem cocky, even to the point of jerky-but I assure you, he's actually a charming young fellow. You just need to open up to him. He's a tortured soul, you'll be good for him, just give him a chance, okay m'dear?" Mia nodded reluctantly before being shown her new desk, which was, to her dismay, directly next to Mr. Armando's. Watching them later, Mr. Grossberg thought that no better pairing could have been made. "They're perfect for other," he murmured before heading back into his office.