Inside the box lay a meticulously organized stack of documents, the topmost page emblazoned with the letterhead of Amelia’s former company. Judge Vance glanced at Amelia, then back at the papers, his expression shifting to one of intense scrutiny. As he read the first page, a series of emotions flickered across his face—curiosity, disbelief, and finally, a controlled but unmistakable anger.
The guests, drawn by the unfolding drama, edged closer. Their murmurs filled the air like an encroaching storm. David felt the weight of their scrutiny. He attempted a casual laugh, but it came out strained and hollow. “Amelia, really? What is this? More theatrics?”Judge Vance raised a hand to silence him. The authority in his gesture was absolute. “David,” he began, his voice measured but resonant, “you and I need to have a conversation.”
