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**ADRIAN**

The two lawyers stood in front of Adrian’s desk. Professional. Calm. Like they delivered divorce papers every day.

Maybe they did.

The woman spoke first. “Mr. Westbrook, we’re here on behalf of our client, Kira Ashford, to formally discuss the dissolution of your marriage.”

Adrian’s hands clenched on the desk. “I need to call my lawyer.”

“Of course. We can wait.”

Adrian grabbed his phone and dialed Marcus Chen, his personal attorney. The call went straight to voicemail.

He tried again.

Voicemail.

He cursed under his breath and dialed the office number.

“Chen and Associates.”

“This is Adrian Westbrook. I need Elvis. Now.”

“Mr. Elvis is in court this morning, Mr. Westbrook. He won’t be available until….”

“Get him out of court.”

“Sir, I can’t—”

“Then get me someone else. Anyone. I need a lawyer in my office in the next twenty minutes or you’re all fired.”

There was a pause. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Adrian hung up and looked at the two lawyers. “Sit. My attorney will be here s
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