Alicia, at first glance, seemed neat and orderly, but a closer inspection would reveal the truth of her disarray. Her arms bore numerous tiny injuries, and her attire was marked with assorted stains.
Charles was conscious of the ticking clock. It had been a month since Alicia had managed to dodge the incessant pursuit of the Wilson family before she turned to him for assistance. The Wilsons had stepped up their game, threatening legal action against Alicia and her ailing mother, a move that likely forced her to set aside her pride and seek help.
"Why are you here? Are you looking to strike another deal?"
Alicia's fingers nervously picked at the skin of her palm until it started to bleed. She lowered her head in a gesture of humility and pleaded, "Yes, Mr. Lawson, once again, I'm in need
