“Justice, this disguised form of vengeance.”
I had visited dozens of cities, New York was by far my favorite, and although she is often criticized for the eccentricity of her inhabitants, she was nonetheless a fascinating city. And today, under this rainy sky, at the first rush hour, the disorder created by the influx of taxis between the buildings, and the many small colored spots that one could easily guess as umbrellas, as seen from the 17th floor where I was, was a setting worthy of being immortalized.The city that never sleeps in all its splendor. At that moment I bitterly regretted not having gone out to the Park , taking the air , the feeling of suffocation was felt when Mia had come to announce that my appointment with the new customer was in barely thirty minutes . Half an hour of waiting to finally discover the face of the person for whom I was going to lead one of the most difficult legal battles of my career. Flashback , two weeks earlier Just sitting at my desk, Mia materialized in front of me with a big box in her arms _ Cam , you got this this morning _ Thank you and it’s from? Always theatrical, she posed the collis, to resume in great gestures . _ there lies all the mystery, the sender was not mentioned on the card, and if you turn the box, you will see URGENCY well written . Excited at the end of her sentence, she suddenly seemed to realize that the contents of this box could prove dangerous. And no matter how much I frowned looking at him with a worried eye, I could never have guessed what it contained. Indeed, although compromising for a third party, the information contained therein did not require the presence of my employees in my workspace. Afterwards, there was only Mia who was aware of the documents, the anonymous letter and the obvious request to represent the author of all this staging. End of the blashback And here we are two weeks later, in a certain frenzy of waiting for the veil to rise. I imagined without any harm, a broken person, vindictive, for reasons fully justified, because when we are taken away what we have most precious on this earth, beyond the pain, all we have left is the heartbreaking desire to make the culprit pay. And in his case, the culprit had always been in front of his eyes, following either scandals in the people’s press or appearances in the broadcasts to improve his image constantly and always using dad’s name to clear himself of all consequences. But this time, when I met the deep gaze of the woman who had just entered my office, I immediately knew that her anger was like a storm devouring everything in her path and sparing no one, not even a son of Senator.