Unveiling Connections

Charlotte

“Reginald & Berkley,” I muttered as the car pulled in front of the building, the firm’s name emblazoned on a large signpost. Sonia peered out of the window for a moment before turning to face me.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to tag along? I don’t want...” she started, but I cut her off with a shake of my head.

“I’ll be alright,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

Sonia raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound convincing enough,” she noted, glancing again at the firm’s imposing façade.

“I don’t think anything I say would convince you,” I replied with a slight smile, and she chuckled.

“You’re right. After everything we’ve been through in the last few hours, there’s nothing you could say to make me take my eyes off you,” she responded, pouting slightly.

“Well, I need some time alone with the lawyer. You can’t follow me into their office,” I insisted.

“You’re right,” she conceded, reaching into her pocket for her phone. After a quick glance at the screen, she took note