DANTE
The rest of the drive was quiet but she kept glancing my way like she had a thousand more questions but knew better than to ask.
When we reached the office, she climbed out before I even cut the engine, her heels clicking impatiently on the pavement.
I pushed open the door to my office, gestured toward the chair across from mine, and waited until she sat down. She fidgeted the whole time, crossing and uncrossing her legs like she couldn’t sit still.
Then I picked up the phone and called Weston.
“I’m at the office,” I said when he answered. “Come now.”
“On my w—”
I hung up before he could finish.
Before I could even set the phone down, Lilian leaned forward, her words tumbling out fast. “How good is this lawyer? Do you think he can win the case? Will he really help her?”
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