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OPPOSING COUNSELS

~FIORELLA~The morning comes quietly.I wake before my alarm.My eyes open slowly, not with panic, not with fear… but with awareness and control.For a few seconds, I lie still, staring at the ceiling, feeling my breathing….steady, even, mine.No racing pulse, no trembling hands, no nightmare clinging to my skin.Just… silence and strength.A slow breath leaves me as I sit up, pushing the covers away. My body feels… grounded. Like every piece of me has returned to its rightful place overnight.Last night happened…..the fear, the crack, the weakness.But it doesn’t own me.It never will.“I’m fine,” I say under my breath, and this time… I mean it.I swing my legs over the bed and stand with no hesitation, and no lingering.I walk straight into the bathroom.The water runs hot against my skin, steady and controlled, just the way I like it.I stand under the shower longer than usual, letting it wash everything away, not just sweat or sleep, but the remnants of yes

BROKEN RULES

~LUCAS~Fiorella completely ignores me when she comes to work in the morning like I'm something invisible.Like I don't matter at all.Like yesterday never happened.I almost speak to her, almost ask her how her night was and if she's able to sleep last night.I almost ask her how she's feeling this morning and if she feels better now.But I close my mouth tight when I see she's really sticking to her rules.Fine, if that is what she wants….then I'm going to give it to her.Then I ignore her completely too, without any greeting, or even a word to her.But then, I know deep down that we'll still end up talking to each other before the day ends.At the conference room, I catch her stealing glances at me while still maintaining distance from the corner of my eyes, but I don't really look at her.It's just a matter of time before you speak to me, Fiorella.And even though I expected us to talk before the end of today, I'm surprised when the director announces that Fio

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

~LUCAS~I move closer to the table, setting my file down beside Fiorella's.Our hands brush, light, and accidental ... .but enough.She freezes just for a fraction of a second.Then she pulls her hand back like she touched fire.“Careful,” she says coldly. “I believe I made myself clear earlier.”I lean slightly closer, lowering my voice just enough.“You did,” I murmur. “And that wasn’t intentional.”Her eyes flash, but she doesn't step back.Instead, she straightens, lifting her chin slightly.“Then keep it that way.”Her tone is sharp and controlled again.But I can see it now……that tension under her skin, that awareness.She’s not as unaffected as she wants to be.Neither of us is.I glance down at the file she’s holding, forcing my focus back to work.I let my gaze skim over the pages, pretending interest, but every nerve in my body is still aware of her, of the neat annotations in her handwriting, of how precise every detail is, of how she leaves no room for error, of the way she

MAKING PREPARATIONS

~FIORELLA~The door closes behind me soft, controlled and final.And still, I don’t move.My hand remains on the handle a second longer than necessary, fingers tightening slightly against the cool metal.My pulse is steady, too steady, and too deliberate.Like my body is trying to prove something my mind already knows isn’t true.I inhale slowly, then exhale in composure…. always composure.I step into the hallway, heels clicking against the polished floor in precise, measured rhythm. Each step is calculated. Each movement is intentional and untouchable.That’s what they see.That’s what I’ve built.And I don’t let anyone take that from me.Not clients.Not opponents.And certainly not him….Lucas.The name lingers longer than it should.Annoyingly so.I tighten my grip around the file in my hand.I need to focus and work, that's what matters.Not the way his voice dropped when he spoke to me.Not the way he looked at me like he wasn’t intimidated.Not the way he stood there… steady… un

HE'S A THREAT

~LUCAS~By the time evening rolls in, the office begins to empty one by one.Chloe leaves too, waving at me.I hear the other colleagues leaving too, and I'm sure Fiorella must have left too.Voices fade, and lights dim until it's just me, and the sound of typing again.Again, the door opens quietly.“Mr. Lucas?”I don’t need to look up this time to know it's Chloe again.“Hmm?”“Why are you still here?” she asks.I glance at the clock briefly to see it's late, but not late enough.“I should be asking you that,” I tell her. “I thought you left already. Why are you back again?”“I figured out you might still be at work, so I came to convince you to go home,” she replies.“I still have a lot to do,” I reply simply, eyes already back on the screen.“You can continue tomorrow,” she says gently, stepping closer. “You’ve already done so much today.”Not enough.“Not yet.”She hesitates for a while before speaking again.“I can stay,” she offers softly. “Just for a little while.”I pause, and

THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT

~LUCAS~*One week later*The morning doesn’t feel like any other.I know that the moment my eyes open.There’s no grogginess. No resistance. No heaviness clinging to my body like there usually is after nights of overthinking and exhaustion.Just clarity….. sharp, clean, and focused.My eyes stay on the ceiling for a few seconds, breathing evenly, feeling something unfamiliar settle deep in my chest.It's confidence.Not the kind that talks loudly or tries to prove a point.It's the quiet kind, the dangerous kind, the kind that doesn't need validation.A slow breath leaves me as I sit up, running a hand through my hair.Today is the day.The fake courtroom presentation.The practical case.The stage where everything I’ve done over the past week finally comes together.And for the first time since this started…I don’t feel pressure.I feel ready.I swing my legs off the bed and stand, stretching slightly before heading into the bathroom. The cold water against

FIORELLA VINCENZO NEVER LOSES

~FIORELLA~*One week later*I wake up before my alarm.My eyes open slowly, but there’s no heaviness, no lingering distraction from sleep. Just clarity. Sharp and immediate, like my mind has been awake long before my body decided to follow.I stare at the ceiling for a moment, breathing steadily.Today is the fake courtroom presentation.The practical case.A small, controlled exhale leaves me as I sit up, pushing the sheets aside. There’s no anxiety, no uncertainty, no hesitation.There never is.I don’t lose.That truth settles in me the same way it always does…..quiet, solid, unquestionable.And yet…There’s something else beneath it.Something I don’t like naming.It's awareness of Lucas.My jaw tightens slightly as I stand and walk into the bathroom.Cold water runs over my skin, grounding me, sharpening every thought into something precise and controlled. My mind automatically begins its routine…..arguments, counterarguments, possible interruptions, witn

SHE'S TOO GOOD

~LUCAS~The room doesn’t breathe.It tightens like something is about to snap.I rise slowly, buttoning my suit jacket with deliberate calm. My fingers don’t shake. My pulse doesn’t betray me.Across from me, Fiorella rises too.Of course she does.Perfect timing. Perfect posture. Perfect control.God… she’s good.But so am I.I step forward first.“My Lord,” I begin, voice steady, cutting clean through the silence. “This case is not about uncertainty. It is not about speculation.”I let my gaze sweep the room briefly… then land on the judge.“It is about choice.”I pause for a while before speaking again.“A pharmaceutical company… entrusted with lives… chose profit over safety. They developed a drug. They tested it. And within those tests… they discovered adverse effects which were severe, dangerous, and fatal.”I let the words settle, then I take a step closer.“And instead of halting distribution… instead of warning the public, they buried it.”My jaw tig

I'M NOT BACKING DOWN

~LUCAS~Fiorella knows she's winning, and she's looking at me like she already decided the outcome.My jaw tightens.No.Not today.This is the only chance I have to prove myself against her.I watch as she calls her final witness.He is a regulatory official and he gives clean testimony…. structured and too solid.I cross-examine, push, and probe, but she blocks everything.She blocks every opening, every angle, every weakness.She's really good at this defense thing, and it's the hardest to do in a court trial.And when I step back…I know.If I stop here…she wins.Then, the door opens soft and barely noticeable.But I see Charlotte, standing at the back, and watching.She's the woman I promised to surpass Fiorella in a month.But here I am, on the verge of losing to Fiorella.Her eyes meet mine, and she doesn't speak or move.But the message is clear.‘Don’t you dare back down.’Something shifts inside me, sharp and unyielding.I step forward again.“My Lord, with permission… the pro

THE FINAL VERDICT

~LUCAS~The silence that follows the judge’s words is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.It isn’t just quiet.It’s suffocating.Every breath in the room feels suspended, like the air itself is waiting for permission to move. My fingers press lightly against the edge of the table, grounding myself because everything else feels like it could tilt.I can hear my heartbeat, slow, heavy, and relentless.Across from me, Fiorella stands just as still, composed, and untouched on the outside. Anyone walking in right now would think she’s already won.And maybe that’s what unsettles me the most.Because if this goes her way… it wouldn’t even look surprising.The judge shifts slightly in his seat, his gaze sweeping across the room before settling on us. I feel it land on me…..sharp, deliberate.Then he speaks.“This court has carefully reviewed the arguments presented by both counsel.”I don’t move. I don't even blink.“The defense has raised valid points regarding regulatory standards, procedural

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