POV: Fiona
The law office of Harrison Mercer sat on the forty-fifth floor of a sleek, glass skyscraper in midtown Manhattan.
The building gleamed like a blade against the sky. Even the elevator ride up had felt like being swallowed by steel and light.
Harrison Mercer wasn't just a divorce lawyer.
He was a shark in a custom-tailored suit.
He was the man politicians and celebrities hired when they wanted to completely destroy their spouses. He was incredibly expensive, famously ruthless, and he absolutely despised the Jordan family. The last part was why I was here.
I sat across from his desk, still wearing my black sweater and jeans from last night, holding my bag in my lap.
Mercer adjusted his glasses and looked down at the stack of papers on his desk.
"I'm going to be perfect
