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    After Samira left, Rachel opened her chat with Brian and typed a simple message.


    “You really don’t need to do that.”


    Brian immediately replied.


    “This is what I owe you. I should have defended you from the beginning.”


    Rachel’s response was quiet but firm.


    “But you missed that chance, so it doesn’t matter anymore.”


    Brian’s next message appeared without dy.


    “I know it’ste and you won’t ept it, but I still want to make amends.”


    Rachel read his words, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but she chose not to reply.


    As the workday drew to a close and Rachel gathered her things to leave, her phone rang with a call from an unknown number.


    “Hello, Ms. Marsh, this is Sabrina kely. I hope you remember me.”


    The name rang a bell instantly. Sabrina kely, the young woman who had defended Jeffrey during his interview. Of course, Rachel remembered her.


    “Yes, I remember you,” Rachel replied, her voice curious butposed. “What can I do for you?”


    Cutting straight to the point, Sabrina replied,


    “Concerning Juliet Mendez’s case, White Group has appointed me as your legal counsel to manage the case. I’m currently downstairs at your office. May Ie up to speak with you?”


    Rachel nced at the clock, considering the request.


    “Give me a moment; I’lle down to meet you,” she said before hanging up.


    “Alright,” Sabrina responded, her tone professional.


    A few minutester, Rachel met Sabrina downstairs. Sabrina immediately handed her a business card, her expressionposed.


    “Ms. Marsh, here’s my card.”


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    Rachel took it with a brief nce, then paused for a second, a smile tugging at her lips.


    “It seems you’ve sessfully joined Eric’sw firm?”


    Sabrina nodded, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.


    “Yes, thanks to your support, I was able to secure such a great opportunity.”


    Rachel waved off thepliment with a modest smile.


    “I did nothing. Your sess is entirely your own. You earned it.”


    After a moment, Sabrina’s expression turned more serious.


    “We need to go to the police station to give a statement. It’s important to get everything on record.”


    Rachel nodded, her expression thoughtful.


    “Of course. Let’s go.”


    The ride to the police station was quiet but purposeful. As they entered the building, Rachel’s steps slowed.


    There, in the lobby, stood Brian.


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