CARTERThe city outside was alive with its usual buzz, but inside, my corner of the firm felt like a bubble. I was reviewing some case files, though my attention kept drifting. Weeks had passed since the Dante fiasco, the investigations, and everything with the ethics board, but even now, a residual tension lingered, as a cord stretched tight in the background of everything I did.A soft knock at the door broke my concentration.“Come in,” I called, without looking up.The door creaked open, and my father stepped in. He looked… different. Not entirely, but there was a subtle weariness in his eyes. I wondered who let him in.“Carter,” he said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of uncharacteristic caution.I finally looked up, arched an eyebrow, and gestured toward the chair across from my desk. “You’re early. And unannounced. How are you here without warning the receptionist?”He gave a faint smile. “I thought I’d try something different for once. No games, no intermediaries.”I lea
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