Hazel's POV
"You cannot fight a defamation suit with charm and a good speech, Hazel," Marcus Webb said, sliding a thick folder across the conference table the next morning. "Gerald's lawyers are sharp, and he has money enough to make this expensive even if he ultimately loses."
"I am not planning to fight it with charm," I said, opening the folder to find pages of legal language that blurred slightly under my tired eyes. "I am planning to fight it with proof."
Julian sat beside me, his sleeves rolled up, a stack of financial documents already spread across his side of the table. "Marcus traced two of Gerald's shell companies back to accounts linked directly to the driver who caused Hazel's accident twelve years ago."
My breath caught. "You found a connection."
"A payment," Marcus conf
