The office was silent safe for the soft ticking of the antique clock behind him.

The blinds were half-drawn, slicing the room with slivers of warm afternoon light, but Alexander’s gaze was cold, fixed on a few documents scattered across the table.

“This isn’t just defamation anymore,” Philip said calmly from across the table, fingers steepled, voice even.

He was Alexander’s best legal mind for a reason.

He knew his way around tough situations, just what Alexander needed right now.

“My team has met with Ms. Delgado’s. She's presenting her copies of the photo as evidence of intimidation and coercion. The photos alone don’t carry weight, but she’s claiming to...