Chapter 16
Chapter 16
One month later.
The mediation room in the basement of the Manhattan courthouse was sterile, windowless, and smelled faintly of floor wax and stale coffee. The fluorescent lights buzzed with a low, irritating hum.
Julian Vance sat at the cheap laminate table, staring at his hands.
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