Chapter 5 - The Lawyer's Office
Before Mark could lunge forward to block the doorway, I turned my back on him and walked out into the cool evening air, leaving the shattered wine glass and their unraveling lies behind me.
My phone hummed in my pocket as I walked down the cobblestone path toward my car. I pulled it out and saw a missed call from an unfamiliar number, accompanied by a text: Did you find what you were looking for?
I tapped the screen and dialed a direct number I had memorized from a discreet business card given to me years ago by a corporate litigator named Harrison Vance—a ruthless attorney who specialized in high-net-worth asset protection.
The line connected on the second ring.
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“Harrison Vance,” a crisp, professional voice answered.
“Harrison, it’s Emily Carter,” I said, sliding into the driver’s seat of my sedan and tossing my handbag onto the passenger side, right on top of the lottery ticket worth one hundred million dollars. “I need to retain your services immediately for a zero-tolerance divorce, a full forensic audit of my husband’s hidden assets, and a restraining order. How soon can you meet me at your office?”
