In the process, I met Jeremy. After years of dealing with slick, entitled rich kids like my brother, I was drawn to his sincerity, his quiet diligence. So we started dating. But I never revealed my true identity to him, preferring to be seen as an equal rather than someone with wealth and power.
Yesterday, during the lunch break when no one else was around, I went to see my brother. Originally, I just wanted to talk to him about a case that Jeremy had mishandled.
Jeremy’s friend had been sued for emotional fraud by a wealthy second-generation heir. He tried to defend his friend, but during the mediation, he lost control of his emotions, making the situation worse. Concerned for Jeremy’s career, I did some digging and discovered that the plaintiff—the rich second-generation man—was actually a close friend of my brother.
So, I went to ask my brother if he could intervene and settle the matter quietly. But little did I know, Heather had filmed the whole encounter and was now using it as “evidence” to smear my name.