She didn’t answer.

She turned slowly and walked back toward the elevator.

Her footsteps sounded heavy and uneven on the tiled floor.

Robert watched her go, then turned to me with a calm, measured smile.

“That went well,” he said.

“It’s starting to fall apart for them,” I said, feeling a cold sense of relief wash over me.

“It is,” Robert agreed.

“But we still have a hearing tomorrow morning.”

“We need to be ready.”

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” I asked, walking back into his office.

He closed the door behind us, shutting out the quiet hallway.

The rain was now beating heavily against the large office window.

Outside, the coastal town was dark, the streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement.

Robert walked over to his desk and picked up a thick blue folder.

“Tomorrow, we present the forensic report to Judge Vance,” Robert said.

“We have the proof of the hidden accounts, the shell companies, and Patricia’s involvement.”

“And now we have Rachel’s signed affidavit,” I added.

“Exactly,” Robert said, tapping the folder.

He opened it, revealing pages of financial spreadsheets and legal documents.