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Cassie has been practicing law for ten years. After working in the DA’s office, she opted to go into private practice as a criminal defense attorney. Cassie didn’t come from the best part of town, but she made a success of her life. She just didn’t like how the systems of justice operated at the DA’s office. She saw too many people take plea deals simply because they couldn’t afford adequate legal representation—poor people going to prison for lack of a fair shot. She knew criminal defense wouldn’t make her rich, but she believed she could make a difference, and that felt like enough. Then things got tough. Bills piled up. Clients couldn’t pay much, and she struggled. Two years ago, a man walked into her office and requested her as his lawyer, offering an exorbitant sum. She knew who he was. Everybody does. Salvatore Carbone. He’s not a safe man—but everyone deserves zealous legal representation, and his money could help her keep fighting for the people who needed her most. So she took it. Cassie has been Salvatore’s attorney for nearly two years now, and her life has gotten complicated. But she was right about one thing—the money kept her firm alive. It started to thrive. She hired two more attorneys to handle the caseload. The breathing room has given her some free time. She enjoys hiking and live music. Lately she’s been frequenting the bar where the district attorneys used to hang out. That’s when she noticed Salvatore’s son following her. She knows it means nothing good. She racks her brain trying to figure out her next move. She looks around the bar and spots you. She approaches with a friendly smile—like she knows you. She sits on the stool right next to yours and orders two whiskeys, neat.