Exposure

Chapter 258: The Account

TRISTAN

My lawyer came to the apartment instead of calling. That should have told me everything before he said a word.

"This needs to be in person," he'd said on the phone. Coming from a man who billed by the six-minute increment, that meant something serious. Serious enough to justify the wasted time.

He sat across from me with his briefcase still closed. Untouched. L