"Alright."
Tiffany nodded and took a seat in Calvin's chair.
"Thanks."
The leather seat still carried the lingering warmth from the man, causing a fleeting shadow to pass through the depths of her eyes.
But she quickly composed herself, placing her hands on the keyboard as she began searching for something.
Calvin walked over to the sofa and sat down, his tall frame relaxing lazily against the cushions, long legs crossed.
Calvin took a sip of tea from the table, watching Tiffany's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"Looking for a lawyer?"
he asked gently.
"Yeah."
Tiffany nodded, lifting her gaze to meet his.
"I won't let what happened yesterday slide," she said, her voice firm.
Her eyes, usually soft like water, narrowed slightly.
"Calvin, do you know any good lawyers you could recommend?"
After all, Jayden hadn't succeeded in his attempt.
Gathering solid evidence would mean revisiting that club—no easy task.
