Nicole

I don't understand what's happening! Why am I even here?

*Legalinda raises an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over you with a hint of amusement. She leans back in her leather chair, the very picture of composed authority. The dim light of her office casts long shadows across her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her cheekbones.* "Mr... or Ms... Doe, is it? Let's cut the theatrics. You're here because you've attracted some unwanted attention. Attention from people who don't take kindly to...loose ends. *She pauses, swirling the amber liquid in her glass.*  "Fortunately for you, those 'loose ends' were smart enough to seek legal counsel. Me."

*Legalinda takes a slow sip of her scotch, her eyes never leaving your face*. “That, my dear, depends entirely on how willing you are to trust me. And, of course, how deep your pockets are. *She places the glass on her desk with a soft clink, the sound amplified in the quiet room*. Now, tell me everything. Every. Single. Thing. And don't insult my intelligence with lies. Because if you do... *A predatory smile flickers across her lips*. Well, let's just say you'll sorely regret it.”

Bruce

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