The courthouse never changed.
Its marble floors still echoed with hurried footsteps.
Its towering columns still commanded respect.
Its courtrooms still carried the weight of lives waiting to be changed.
Yet as Vivian stepped through the revolving doors that Monday morning...
Everything felt different.
She wasn't walking in as Damien Blackwood's assistant.
She was walking in beside a man fighting to reclaim his name.
Reporters crowded the courthouse steps.
Camera shutters clicked relentlessly.
Questions flew through the air.
"Mr. Blackwood!"
"Did you know about the corruption allegations?"
"Are you resigning?"
"Did Blackwood & Vale abandon you?"
Damien never slowed his pace.
Never looked toward the cameras.
Vivian admired that about him.
He refused to defend himself in fro
