Ravenna's POV
"I'm leaving," I said, the words slipping out before I'd thought them through, standing up.
"Wait." Kevin stopped me. "Keating had this in his file box—the important one—so I think you're meant to have it." He reached out and handed me a blue file.
I opened it and saw an appointment: another wealthy family requesting my services. I felt a flash of satisfaction, but I also knew I had to handle everything differently—there were ways I needed to manage each detail so they'd appear perfectly put together.
"I cannot take this case," I said firmly, pressing the file back slightly. I'd had a bad feeling all day, and it hadn't gone away. "You have to reject it."
"Unfortunately, I don't know how to—because I'm not Keating," he reminded me with a shrug.
"Of course
