RAVENNA'S POV
The lawyer's office smelled faintly of dust and cold coffee. The curtains were drawn, letting in only a thin strip of light that cut across the cluttered desk. Mr. Keating sat behind it, his lean fingers drumming on a manila folder like he was trying to coax the answers out of the paper.
"I'm telling you, Miss Volkov," he said, his voice low but firm. "You're aiming for a mountain without climbing gear. Your family's property isn't just land and houses; it's tied up in shares, bonds, and influence. Things you don't have."
"Not yet," I replied.
He just sighed and nodded." Yes, not yet, but right now we don't have enough."
I leaned back in the stiff office chair, with my gloved hands folded neatly on my lap. I wore a simple black coat, nothing too open or atten
