Ira had been through adversity and heartache to make it out with a calm heart. To her, their youth's romance was a foolish dream. Her proud willfulness was driven by nothing but deceit.
Despite noticing his restlessness, she overlooked it and maintained a poker face.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door. A.K. came in, being followed by a middle-aged man in a black suit. He came forward to them and introduced himself, "Hello, I am Biren Tata." His voice was upbeat, almost cocky.
A.K. walked to the chair and sat with his legs crossed. "My lawyer." He had an imposing face; After all, Biren Tata was a notable lawyer in the town.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." Steve stood up and reached out for a handshake, "Steve Owen."
"Owen! Steve Owen!" Biren Tata interjected. A trace of shock flared in his eyes for a second. He was left dumb.
