"Can we get those?" I asked, hope flickering weakly in my chest.
"I already have them," Julian said, pulling up a file on his screen. "I requested copies of your phone records the day after we signed the contract, along with location data from your cell provider."
I blinked at him in shock.
"You what?"
"I told you I'm thorough," he said, not looking up from the laptop. "I knew they'd try something like this eventually, so I made sure we'd have proof of where you actually were and who you actually contacted."
He turned the laptop toward me, showing a detailed spreadsheet of phone calls and text messages from my number over the past month.
"See?" he said, pointing at the data. "No calls to Vanessa's number. No texts. Nothing. Your actual records prove she's lying."
I leaned closer to
