The conference room on the thirty-fourth floor of Katherine Ross’s downtown law firm was quiet except for the steady patter of afternoon drizzle against the plate glass. Seated across the dark mahogany table was Victoria Cross. Stripped of her designer suits and haughty arrogance, Victoria wore a plain navy cardigan, no makeup, and her red hair was pulled back into a hasty, trembling bun. Beside her sat her court-appointed defense…
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