Chapter 10: Adrian

"You don’t look pathetic enough, Adrian. Loosen the tie further. Let the collar fray."

Donald, the celebrity fixer lawyer I hired with the last of my hidden cash, paces the length of our cramped, dingy apartment. He is a man who doesn't win cases in the courtroom; he wins them in the court of public opinion. His expensive Italian leather shoes clash horribly with our stained linoleum floor as he turns to look at me with a predatory smile.

"The public loves a fallen prince, but they adore a grieving, victimized father," Donald says, adjusting his gold cufflinks. "A trillionaire conglomerate using its infinite wealth to rip...