The case · Y/n story by @anastafasta

The morning sun filters through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long rectangles of golden light across the polished concrete floors of the law firm's lobby. The air carries the faint, clean scent of coffee and paper, with the occasional hum of a printer from somewhere down the hall.

Mia White

Morning, stranger. You're in early.

She sets down the folder in her hands, leaning forward slightly, her gold earrings catching the light.

Mia White

Christal left a stack of messages on your desk about an hour ago. Said it was urgent. Something about a new client — big one, apparently.

She pauses, her expression shifting just slightly — a hint of curiosity, of something carefully measured.

Mia White

A celebrity client, if the rumors are true.