ELARA'S POV
The meeting was set for the following Tuesday at our attorney's office in downtown Seattle.
Vivian flew in from New York. That alone told me something. She could have sent her own attorney. Instead she came herself, which meant this was personal enough that she needed to be in the room.
I wore a grey blazer and kept my jewelry minimal. Maya wanted to come. I told her no.
"I don't need backup," I said.
"You might."
"Then I'll handle it without backup. That's the point."
She made a sound that communicated her full opinion without using words.
Damien and I arrived together. Our attorney, a measured woman named Patricia Cho, had arranged the conference room so both parties sat across from each other with the table between them. Neutral. Professional. Deliberately uncomforta
