"As Rafael leaves the courthouse, a reporter shouts a question about rumors linking him to the missing oligarchs, drawing a menacing smirk."
The heavy mahogany doors of the Superior Court Chambers swung open with an authoritative thud, revealing the bright afternoon sunlight reflecting off the marble steps outside.
Rafael walked forward with unhurried grace, his dark tailored coat sweeping slightly around his ankles as he descended into the open courtyard.
Zhea flanked his right side, her heels clicking a precise, rhythmic tune against the stone steps while her sharp eyes scanned the dense crowd of journalists and cameramen.
Microphones thrust forward like hungry metallic beasts, while camera flashes strobed relentlessly in a blinding wave of harsh white light.
"Mr. Vesper! Is i
