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...