Chapter 6 Legal Warfare
- ~ At her Attorney Office ~
- Rebecca Torres's office smelled like lemon polish and expensive leather. Vases of fresh-cut flowers perched on minimalist tables—a deliberate softness in an otherwise sharp environment. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcased Manhattan's skyline, a reminder of how high the stakes were in this city.
- I fidgeted with my wedding ring—still on my finger despite everything. Old habits.