Crandon’s POV
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and I stepped onto the top floor of the firm.
Today was anything but a normal Friday.
No sneakers. No vintage band tees. No casual small talk in the break room.
Everyone was suited, pressed, polished.
Mayor Stanley Rogers was coming in for two very specific reasons—his embezzlement case, which we were representing him on, and to discuss plans for the city's new charity revitalization project based in Evanston. A new image. A fresh cause. He needed the legal protection and the PR repair—and we were the ones doing both.
I adjusted the cuff of my navy jacket, the one with the satin trim that only came out when things got political or high-profile. Today checked both boxes.
And then she walked in.
Carmen.
I swear the air cha
