MALIA’S POV

As I stepped out of the law firm, I found my driver, James, waiting by the sleek black car parked outside the building. His tall frame and broad shoulders were a reassuring sight after the emotional turmoil of the meeting. He opened the door for me with a concerned expression.

"Miss Williams," he said, his voice gentle, "is everything alright?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "James, I need to take a walk. I need some fresh air to clear my head."

James hesitated, his brow furrowing with concern. "Are you sure, Miss Williams? It's not safe to walk alone. Let me accompany you."

I...