FINAL CHAPTER
Six months had a way of turning the sharpest edges of a scandal into a dull, forgotten ache. For Lina Yoo, the passage of time wasn’t just a healer; it was a construction crew.
The San Antonio sun beat down on the pavement outside the firm, but inside, the air was cool and smelled of fresh expensive espresso and burning printer paper for how much the printers were being used. Lina stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the city skyline. The spectacle that had once threatened to dismantle her life’s work was now nothing more than a footnote in a digital archive. It was a cautionary tale of privacy in the modern age that most people had already scrolled past in favor of newer, shinier dramas.
Her firm’s comeback hadn't been the result of a miracle, but of prec
