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As I step out of Sweets, the soft chime of the door closing behind me fades into the background of city noise

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As I step out of Sweets, the soft chime of the door closing behind me fades into the background of city noise. The air outside is crisp, with the kind of bite that comes just before winter fully settles in. I adjust my tie, feeling the cool breeze against my neck, but my mind is still inside the bakery, with her.

Sadira Kingston.

There was something about her-something that caught me off guard. The way she moved behind that counter, wiping down surfaces with precision, every movement methodical like it was part of a routine she held onto tightly.

She was focused-almost obsessively clean-and there was a sense of comfort in that like she controlled her world through cleanliness and order.

It wasn't just about the pastries she served, though those were meticulously crafted, too; no, it was about the way she carried herself, the way she created a space that felt warm, and inviting, even with the bright pink and gold décor.

It was like stepping into another world-one she curated.

I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes flickered with confusion when I handed her my card. She tried to mask it, but I saw the slight furrow of her brow, the way her lips pressed together.

There was curiosity there, too. She didn't ask too many questions, at least not yet, but I know she's turning them over in her head.

The papers I handed her probably felt like a bomb dropped in the middle of her carefully constructed world. I know what it's like to see that initial confusion-followed by skepticism.

I smirk to myself as I walk down the sidewalk, blending back into the city. She's not going to trust me right away. Most people don't.

But that's fine-I've played this game before. I'll give her time. She'll come around because, whether she wants to admit it or not, she needs my help.

The case itself isn't complicated-just another incident in a city that's used to crime happening in broad daylight. But there's something more here. Something about her.

The way her eyes searched mine, like she was trying to figure me out. She's sharp, I'll give her that. She wasn't quick to let me in, but that resistance, that hesitation-it's intriguing. I can work with that. It's a challenge, and I've always liked a challenge.

As I weave through the crowded street, dodging pedestrians and the occasional honking cab, I glance at the card she now has in her possession. She might toss it aside for now, but eventually, she'll reach for it. She'll need to. And when she does, I'll be ready.

There's something about this that feels different from my usual cases. Maybe it's her quiet determination, that underlying strength I sensed beneath her warm exterior.

Or maybe it's just the way she looked at me-not intimidated, but cautious. I like that. I like that she didn't immediately crumble or look to me for answers.

She's independent, but she'll see soon enough that independence can only get you so far when the law comes knocking at your door.

I cross the street, my footsteps steady, but my mind still lingers in that bakery.

The smell of fresh pastries and sugar is stuck in my senses, and I have to admit-it wasn't just the food that left an impression. No, Sadira Kingston left her mark.

And something tells me this case, and whatever lies ahead for her, will be more than just a passing job.

I pause for a moment, watching the city move around me, the cold seeping through my suit jacket. There's a lot more to her than just a business owner.

I saw that in the way she handled those court papers, her fingers tightening slightly as she flipped through the pages. There's a fight in her. But fights don't always end in victory, especially when you're outmatched.

And whether she realizes it yet or not, she's stepping into a battle that'll require more than just grit.

I adjust my cuffs, my fingers brushing over the smooth fabric, and continue walking. She'll call. They always do. But when she does, it won't just be about the case. There's something more beneath all of this. Something I intend to figure out.

Because Sadira Kingston might think she's got everything under control. But she has no idea how quickly that can change.

And I'll be there when it does.

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