Lena's POV
My lawyer called at eight.
Her name was Dana Reeves — sharp, methodical, the kind of woman who read a document once and retained every number. I had hired her three years ago for a contract dispute with a private hospital in London and kept her on retainer because she had won cleanly and without drama.
"The document Vivian Graves provided is solid," she said. "Combined with what the DA's office already has, the civil case is straightforward. We're looking at damages for professional interference, loss of earnings, and emotional distress. The hospital donations Richard made are traceable and the timing is damning."
"What's the number?"
She told me.
I sat with it for a moment. It was significant. More than the original annulment settlement, more than anything I had thought t
