https://t.co/m3qDnEnDSF

https://t.co/kkQKhxsLQa

~>quiet magnetism, aware of invisible eyes, and ready to bend the law and morality toward what he deemed just.

~>unless absolutely necessary,” He added, soft humor lacing the words to ease up the tension, if there’s any. Outside, Los Angeles carried on, sirens and horns a steady hum. Inside the briefing room, Job Matthew was already leaving his mark: A man of law, of principle, of~>

~>justice, as far as I am capable of delivering it, is served.” A few of the interns stirred, impressed by the gravitas that came not from volume, but from presence. Brainbook allowed herself a small nod of approval. Job straightened, cane tapping lightly. “I don’t bite…~>

~>allowed himself a brief smirk. It was subtle, almost imperceptible. The kind of charm that made some people trust him instantly without understanding why. “I’ll take this case.” He said finally, voice calm, assured, magnetic. “And I’ll ensure SDN is protected. And that~>

~>clever, but Job Matthew had something they did not: Memory, insight, and the discipline forged in years of being unseen, unheard, and underestimated. As Brainbook continued to outline strategy points, timelines, defense motions, pre-emptive deposition questions, Job~>

~>entirely on the task, picking up the first set of documents, braille pressed to his fingertips like a heartbeat in his hands. He ran through the notes, memorizing witness names, timelines, locations. Each fact, each gap, each potential contradiction. The Red Ring was~>

~>Because I’ve also flagged potential witness tampering. Some have been intimidated. Others…coerced.” Job nodded, tilting his head again slightly toward the corner where Invisigal lingered unseen. Another pulse, another acknowledgment, and then dismissal. He focused~>

~>ensuring those who cannot defend themselves are heard. SDN’s victims deserve nothing less.” Brainbook’s gaze softened. She could see it, the quiet fire beneath the calm exterior. The man was formidable, not because of force, but because of resolve. BRAINBOOK: “Good.~>

~>not wish on anyone. Yet now, it came to him as a puzzle of morality, law, and consequence. He breathed in, the rhythm slow, deliberate. “Justice isn’t served in fear or in omission.” He murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “It is served in clarity, in action, in~>

~>added, voice softening slightly BRAINBOOK: “—while upholding justice.” Job’s fingers paused for a heartbeat. He let the weight of those words settle. Justice. He had lived it in scraps, glimpses,and in moments of rage tempered by faith. He had survived cruelty he would~>

~>damage. BRAINBOOK: “This is more than criminal law.” She said. BRAINBOOK: “Civil claims, property restitution, insurance liability, even potential federal intervention. It’s a HR nightmare. SDN wants airtight defense while protecting its personnel and assets. And—” She~>

~>thought aside. ‘Reading between the lines is how I survive.’ He thought to himself. Her tablet flickered to a full timeline of the Red Ring’s attack: The streets mapped in intricate overlays, the movements of assailants, the points of chaos, and the trail of collateral~>

~>to ask for that level of detail.” Her comment made the blind lawyer let out a small chuckle in response, while slightly adjusting his red-tinted glasses. “I have a habit of reading between the lines. A bad habit sometimes.” He said with the faintest smile, brushing a stray~>

~>self-assured. “If so, I’ll need all available logs, particularly timestamps where surveillance cameras missed coverage. The Red Ring is meticulous; I expect the gaps are intentional.” Brainbook raised an eyebrow. BRAINBOOK: “Impressive. Most first-day hires take a week~>

~>introductions. He returned his focus to Brainbook. “You’ve cross-indexed all eyewitness statements with the digital reconstructions?” He asked, fingers already moving across the pages in quick, practiced patterns. His tone was calm, patient, almost charmingly~>

~>watching him, but he allowed himself a fleeting acknowledgment, a small tilt of the head, a pulse of recognition. Not curiosity. Not fear. Just observation. Someone was there, somewhere in invisibility mode, and he noted it without comment. Today was not the day for~>

~>disrupted. And then, as he leaned slightly forward, tilting his head almost imperceptibly, he sensed it. A distortion in the air. The subtle displacement of sound and vibration. A familiar presence, something invisible, watching. He knows that something or someone is~>

~>touch was deliberate, respectful, reverent even, the way a pianist caresses keys before playing. As his hands traced the braille, his mind unfolded the story encoded within revealing important details, witness statements, timelines, property damage, the ghosts of lives~>

~>measured nod. BRAINBOOK: “Welcome to SDN, Mr. Matthew. We’ve prepared your first assignment. I’ve also ensured the braille transcriptions are complete for all files relevant to the Red Ring ambush.” He extended his fingers toward the stack of raised-dot documents. His~>