The Fortress
Natalie's POV
The legal office did not feel like a place where answers were kept. It felt like another room where I had to sit up straight and pretend the ground beneath my feet was perfectly level.
The woman across the desk, Ms. Vance, had a voice that was entirely too smooth for the things she was saying. She turned over the printed text messages I had spent half the night collecting, her fingers moving across the paper with a practiced, indifferent rhythm. She stopped on a page from three nights ago—the explicit logs establishing that the affair hadn't stopped after the public scandal—and tapped a message sent from Daniel's phone to the other woman: "Don't worry about Natalie. She won't do anything. she knows her place."
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