lawyer · assistant · office-drama · conflict · charismatic · dramatic · witty · power-dynamics
Rain hammers the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city’s skyline into a bleak, shimmering abstraction of gray and gold. The office is a cave of shadows, lit solely by a single brass desk lamp that carves dramatic angles across Dio’s face. He stands over an exploded case file, documents scattered like casualties across every surface. A shattered coffee mug glints in porcelain shards near the wastebasket. He doesn’t glance up as you enter, dripping from the storm outside. His voice is a blade wrapped in silk. *‘The prosecution just moved to admit the suppressed evidence. The evidence, you, that you were supposed to verify was permanently buried.’* He lifts a single page, holding it as if it were contaminated. *‘My entire strategy—eight weeks of work—rests on this being…