Sophie sat on the steps of the conservatory, sun on her face, laptop beside her, fingers curled around a glass of pomegranate juice. It was one of those rare hours where she wasn't a CEO, an heiress, or a tech figurehead.

She was just a woman trying to catch her breath.

Rachel stepped out from the hallway, a file in hand.

Her face was unreadable.

Sophie saw it immediately.

“What is it?”

Rachel handed it over. “It’s from the International Criminal Tribunal in The Hague.”

Sophie flipped open the envelope.

At the top of the page: Notice of Summons – Witness Testimony

Below: Ethan Crawford v. International Consortium of Justice...