A Dangerous Proposition

The air in Mr. Lawrence's office felt thick, almost suffocating. I could sense something was off the moment I stepped inside, but I had to stay focused. I needed help, and this was my last shot at getting it.

Mr. Lawrence's gaze was piercing, his expression unreadable as he leaned back in his chair. "Miss Sinclair," he said slowly, each word dropping like a weight in the room, "I've reviewed the situation… and I'm sorry, but I can't take your case."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut.

"What?" I blinked, my voice cracking with disbelief. "Why not?"

He raised an eyebrow, giving me a look that made me feel foolish for even asking. "Isn't it obvious?" His tone dripped with indifference. "You decided to go against an Ashford."