Invisible String

Chapter 18 -The outside

My nerves were on edge, verging on sheer terror as Alexa and I sat in Robert's office, awaiting his arrival. He was the lawyer handling my case against Noah, and every passing second felt like an eternity.

As I fidgeted, bouncing my right leg anxiously, I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of intimidation that permeated the room. The office was a testament to Robert's expertise, adorned with no less than ten diplomas proudly displayed on the walls. Each one seemed to chronicle his illustrious career, casting a shadow of doubt over my own abilities.

Despite my own nerves being strung tight as piano wires, Alexa sat beside me with a calm demeanor that seemed almost otherworldly in contrast. Her posture was relaxed, her expression composed, as if she were immune to the apprehension that gripped me like a vice. I couldn't help but marvel at her poise, her unwavering confidence casting a faint glimmer of hope amidst the tempest raging within me.

With each passing moment, I found myself drawing strength from her steady presence, anchoring myself to the calm center she seemed to effortlessly embody. It was as though she possessed an innate understanding of the intricacies of this world, navigating its complexities with a grace that bordered on supernatural.

As I stole another glance at her, I couldn't help but wonder at the depth of her composure. Perhaps she saw something in this situation that I didn't, some hidden advantage or opportunity waiting to be seized. Or perhaps, more simply, she was just better at hiding her own fears than I was.

As the heavy oak door swung open with a resounding creak, signaling Robert's entrance, the atmosphere in the room shifted palpably. He strode in with an air of unassailable confidence, every step echoing with the weight of authority. Tall and imposing, he commanded attention without uttering a word.

Robert was the epitome of a traditional, powerful lawyer. His charcoal-gray suit, impeccably tailored to accentuate his broad shoulders and commanding presence, spoke volumes of his status in the legal world. A crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath his suit jacket, its pristine collar stark against the dark fabric. His tie, a deep burgundy hue, added a touch of understated elegance to his ensemble.

Robert exuded an aura of invincibility, the kind that came with being hailed as the best lawyer money could buy. His reputation preceded him, whispered in hushed tones in legal circles and feared by adversaries far and wide. With each movement, each calculated gesture, he reinforced the notion that he was not just a lawyer, but a legal titan, unmatched in skill and prowess.

As he settled into his chair, his presence seemed to fill the room, casting a long shadow over the proceedings. His demeanor was composed, almost regal, as if he were accustomed to commanding the attention and respect of all who dared to enter his domain.

"My apologies for making you wait" Robert's voice cut through the tense silence like a knife, smooth and measured, betraying none of the urgency that had undoubtedly prompted his tardiness. His apology was delivered with practiced ease, but there was a hint of steel beneath the surface, a subtle reminder of his authority.

As he spoke, his piercing blue eyes locked onto ours, pinning us in place with their unwavering intensity. There was an unsettling clarity to his gaze, as if he could see straight through to the core of our beings, stripping away any pretense or falsehood.

Despite the apology, there was no warmth in his demeanor, no hint of contrition. Instead, there was only the cool detachment of a predator assessing its prey, calculating its next move with ruthless efficiency.

I swallowed hard, steeling myself against the unnerving sensation of being under his scrutiny. In that moment, it was abundantly clear that Robert was not just a lawyer; he was a force to be reckoned with, a formidable adversary whose every word and action was carefully calculated to further his own agenda.