Dan Harrington stepped out of Sebastian Blake’s office and into the crisp Manhattan morning, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt beneath his coat sleeves. His breath clouded the air, but he paid it no mind. The street buzzed with distant sirens and early commuters, yet to Dan, it was white noise. Controlled chaos. Just the way he liked it.
He descended the steps slowly, pausing at the curb. His driver nodded at him and opened the door.
“We're going to the court house ,” Dan said, sliding into the backseat and setting his briefcase beside him.
The car pulled into the stream of traffic, merging smoothly. Dan leaned back, scrolling through emails on his phone. A brief from Paige his assistant. An overnight update on the Darrow Holdings merger. A few lines from Westwood’s in-house counsel abou
