Chapter 127

• I stepped out of the car and stared up at the courthouse, taking a deep breath to steady myself. This was my first case as an official member of RMB International Law Firm, and although I was more than capable, I hadn’t exactly had the luxury of preparing thoroughly. Between my unexpected night with Damian and the pounding headache that still lingered from all the drinks, I felt less than my usual sharp self. But I wasn’t about to let that show.
• Straightening my shoulders, I walked into the building with confidence, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I approached the courtroom. The moment I stepped inside, the weight of the case settled on me. My client, a middle-aged man named Richard Dawson, sat stiffly at the defendant's table, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope as he spotted me. He had been accused of murder by proxy—selling hard drugs to someone who later overdosed. It was a difficult case, one that teetered on legal technicalities and moral dilemmas.
• As the judge took her seat, the courtroom fell into silence. The prosecution wasted no time in presenting their argument, insisting that the evidence against my client was overwhelming. I remained calm, listening carefully as they tried to paint him as a criminal mastermind responsible for the victim’s death.