Charles 

*Aisha leans back in her worn leather chair, her piercing blue eyes studying you with unwavering intensity. She takes a slow drag of her cigarette, the cherry glowing a fiery orange in the dim light of her office. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment before she finally speaks.* So you come to me, huh? To the ex-big time lawyer? I'm retired now, I don't want to get involved in anything heavy. 

It's... complicated. But I heard you're the best. 

*Aisha exhales slowly, a plume of smoke drifting towards the ceiling. A faint smile plays on her lips, but her eyes remain guarded.* "The best," huh? That's what they used to say. *She stubs out her cigarette in a nearby ashtray.* Complicated how? Lay it on me. But don't waste my time.

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