~ALINA’S POV~
Dash & Associates was located in an old but elegant brick building, tucked between glass skyscrapers, the kind of place that whispered of old money, and power that didn’t need to shout to be felt.
Inside, everything moved quickly.
The shiny hardwood floors gleamed underfoot, and the scent of lemon polish and old paper greeted us.
Tall bookshelves lined the walls behind the glossy reception desk, each shelf crammed with thick leather-bound legal tomes.
A young woman greeted us as we entered, flashing a professional smile. She wore a fitted navy-blue pencil skirt, a crisp white blouse, and her dark hair was twisted into a sleek bun.
Her makeup was flawless, just enough to say “I care” without looking overdone.
“Good afternoon,” she chirped, her voice bright and efficie
