Boasting an unrivaled winning streak across the legal industry, Orion Frost stood as the most prestigious lead counsel in the city. A single case undertaken by him would easily earn eight-figure legal fees.
When fabricated charges sent my father to prison, however, not an ounce of sympathy lingered in his cold reply. "Sylvia, your father's troubles stem from corporate power struggles. Taking this case would tarnish my reputation."
Months followed in a blur of desperate running.
I sold every family asset I owned, scraping together every penny to fight the unjust verdict, yet Orion never offered a single cent to help.
On the night my father received a twenty-year sentence in the first trial, a new social media post appeared on the feed of Juliet Graves, his newly recruited junior paralegal.
In the photograph, Orion stood amid a glittering charity gala.
Thirty million dollars had been spent on a pink diamond, a lavish purchase made solely to draw a smile from Juliet.
Her caption: [Thank you, Mr. Frost, for helping me win the first case of my career.]
The opposing party in that very lawsuit? My father's company.
In an instant, the whole world I had held dear crumbled to pieces beneath my feet.
I tapped into the comment section and typed a sharp retort.
Sylvia: [He bought that fancy stone with my father's blood, sweat, and tears. Are you pleased with your gift?]
The phone rang seconds later, Orion's name lighting up the screen.
Disgust laced every word he spoke. "She is fresh out of law school. Comments like this will ruin her career before it even starts. Delete it at once, or I will see to it that your father's sentence is extended to life imprisonment."
I ended the call without hesitation.
Fingers flying across the screen, I sent out an anonymous message to someone.
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