Lindsey looked up slowly from his desk, the look on his face incredulous. "I'm inspirational?" he echoed in confusion. When the hell did that happen? It wasn't something he planned or even tried on being and had no future plans to.
He quit shoving papers around and leaned on the desk, palms finding the surface among the scattered mess. "Elle, I..." He blew out a breath. "I don't know." He hoped this wasn't another damn crisis. The downside to moral ambiguity, he guessed.
"It's not like the firm's doing all that great right now anyway."