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The day of the arbitration hearing dawned cold and grey, mirroring the tension in my chest. The news vans were already parked outside the Cook County courthouse, their antennas bristling. Nora Callahan was there, speaking to a producer, her gaze sweeping the growing crowd.
Marcus met me at the main entrance, his face grim. “Judge Aris wants to keep this contained, but the media attention is unavoidable.”
Just as we started toward the doors, a black Mercedes pulled up. Julian Kincaid emerged, impeccably dressed, but his usual arrogant swagger was gone. He looked older, his face etched with a desperate anger. Behind him, not just his legal team, but a phalanx of grim-faced men in cheap suits.
Process servers. A dozen of them.
They swarmed me, each one holding a stack of papers. One man blocked my path, shoving a document into my hand. Another tried to get an envelope to Leo, who instinctively shrank behind my leg.
“Maya Lin-Snyder, you are hereby served,” one recited, his voice monotone. “Civil suit for defamation. Another for intentional infliction of emotional distress.”
Julian watched from a few feet away, a thin, cruel smile playing on his lips. This was his last-ditch effort, a desperate attempt to swamp me in fresh lawsuits, hoping to distract and overwhelm me before I could even step into the courtroom.
Marcus pushed through, physically shielding me. “This is highly improper, Kincaid! Serving her at the courthouse entrance, moments before a hearing?”
Nora Bell, Julian’s attorney, stepped forward. “Perfectly legal, Mr. Dunbar. A citizen’s right to pursue remedies.”
“We need to go inside, Maya,” Marcus urged, pulling me forward. The papers fluttered to the ground around my feet. “Don’t engage. Don’t even look at him.”
The courthouse lobby was packed, a chaotic mix of reporters, curious onlookers, and security personnel trying to maintain order. Every eye was on me, on Julian, on the fresh pile of legal threats scattered on the polished marble floor.
I took a deep breath, Leo’s hand clutched tight in mine. I would not let him win. Not like this.
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