3 “The Quicker, The Better.”

“Mr. Stone, what can you tell us about your current situation with the Senator’s daughter?”

A reporter yelled at Alex the moment he stepped out of the courthouse; the blinding sunlight assaulted his dark green eyes. The scene before him was chaotic, with reporters swarming like a hive of bees. Flashing cameras momentarily blinded him, and microphones were thrust into his face, each reporter vying for his attention.

Amidst the frenzy, their questions bombarded him like a relentless onslaught. “Is there any truth to you marrying the daughter of a Senator?” one reporter demanded.

Another chimed in, “Can you finally reveal the name of your ex-wife?”

The questions grew more personal and invasive. “How long have you been having an affair?” and “What can you tell us about the divorce agreement?” echoed through the air.

Alexander’s patience began to wear thin as he pushed his way through the crowd. He remained silent as he was in no mood to answer any reporter’s questions, especially ones that were so clearly misinformed. Just as he broke through the barrage, a reporter’s voice boomed from the back, catching his attention.

“Ms. Johnson, Ms. Sophia Johnson, can we have a moment of your time?”

transformed into a frenzied spectacle as the reporters quickly redirected their

gaze fixated on Sophia, standing amidst the chaos with an undeniable air of elegance. Her blonde hair bounced ever so slightly with each confident step she took toward

have sworn he caught a fleeting glimpse of a smile gracing her lips. The sight

the gathering, seemingly unperturbed by the relentless barrage of questions

her presence captivating their attention,

vehicle. As the car prepared to pull away, Sophia lowered the window, offering one last

mystery behind her enigmatic smile. He smelled danger on her face, although she is undeniably stunning. Alexander, observing Sophia from a close distance, assessed her with interest. Her smile hinted at a depth of knowledge and resolve, intriguing him momentarily. It provided a brief respite in

the bustling city streets, Laura walked up beside Alexander, her gaze shifting from her phone to the disappearing vehicle. When she looked back at Alexander, she noticed an odd expression on his face, one that she was sure she had never seen him wear

inquired, trying unproductively to

confirmed Alexander’s next appointment. “That was

Why does that name seem so familiar? The only Johnson I can think of is

Alex’s eyes

Johnson? Judge Simon Johnson? The one

had pulled up in front of the

the door,

lost a case

processing the

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