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gets tighter, and she's already trying to make up an excuse to give her boyfriend.
    She’ll be late again. She knows she'll be in trouble again. He has asked her many times to find another job, but she knows that working for Nathan will help her in her future career. She takes a deep breath and lowers her shoulders. Nathan watches her reflection in the window, but a sudden movement outside catches his attention. He can't focus too well because of Petra's reflection. His breathing is calm when he walks closer to the dark window. Petra looks up to check what he's doing, but she doesn't stop working - after working for him for five years, she has learned not to ask. Not working in the city had been a huge change, and only recently has she begun to enjoy the drive up the hills overlooking the big gardens and the city. The drive takes almost an hour every way, and even if she enjoys the ride, it's also a problem because of her son. Her boyfriend often has to leave work early to pick him up. Nathan has stopped moving around. She looks up from the case file and catches her own reflection in the dark windows. It looks like a scene from a movie - the fireplace, the thick carpets, the large wooden doors. There, behind the beautiful desk is a professionally dressed, typical working woman in her thirties. Maybe her career dress is a little too obvious - revealing her doubt in herself? Her face doesn't look relaxed, which seems somehow ominous to her. She hears the sound of the curtains moving and returns to her work.
     
     
    Evy triggers the motion sensors outside and the lights turn on.
    "Petra, the motion sensors need adjusting. They are too slow."
    "Hmm."
    Nathan raises one eyebrow, sighing resignedly. He stands up as he watches how Evy tries to balance her umbrella in the strong wind. He thinks she has a self-conscious way of walking, and wonders if she knows he's watching her. Actually, he doesn't really care. It's OK if she knows he's watching her. He's sure she's enjoying it and maybe even wants him to. He shrugs.
    "It's what she does for a living after all."
    His voice is low, but Petra notices the unpleasant tone of voice. She looks over at him, but he doesn't seem to notice her. She works faster - her breath is trapped in her chest. She knows that feeling. It's fear.
    Evy stops in front of the double-parked, black Mercedes. It leaves no room for other cars. Nathan notices that it's the latest model. It has only been on the market for a couple of months, and, from his golf club, he knows there's a waiting list. Little tics form around his mouth as the image of his wife's face tries to force out the real world once again. He bows his head, and his long hair, which is normally brushed back, falls in front of his eyes. He slowly brushes it back - his thoughts seem to stumble over each other. ”How did she get into my head like this? I'm an old defense attorney. I have defended people who should never have been let loose. My colleagues would say that I have no conscience.” He looks up, following her every move like a hungry animal. She bends down a little to open the car door, calmly holding her umbrella over herself. She slides into the seat slowly, and her skirt rides up a little and reveals the long, shapely legs that he knew she had. She pulls in her legs and bends over to close the door. Her shirt falls open a little.
    ”Not too little - not too much.” Nathan makes a small, satisfied noise. He's beginning to understand why Stuart has decided to leave her money in spite of what his family might think. He takes a deep breath and imagines how the family will fight at first, but eventually resign to protect the family name. Stuart has told him enough details about his family's many mistakes to make sure that a case against Evy will never get to court. The car door slams and he turns away.
     
     
    The car door closes with a click and she smiles as she runs her fingers over the steering wheel. She brushes at the raindrops