Damian’s lawyer, a sharp-eyed woman named Priya Nakamura, arrived at the penthouse a little past midnight with a leather bag full of case files and the particular calm of someone who’d built a career out of not panicking in front of clients.“If the judge is compromised, we don’t fight the hearing on Marcus’s terms,” she said, spreading documents across the dining table where, less than a week ago, Mia had eaten her first tense dinner as Damian’s wife. “We fight it in public opinion first, and let the legal system catch up.”“Meaning what?” Mia asked.“Meaning by nine a.m. tomorrow, before that judge ever bangs a gavel, the story needs to already be out. Press, social media, anything that makes silencing Richard Bennett look exactly like what it is — a cover-up in progress.” Priya glanced at Damian. “You have a PR team that can move that fast?”“I have a PR team that will move that fast, or I’ll find one that will.” Damian was already texting, his thumb moving fast across the screen.
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