The too fancy law firm had ACs that had temperatures too low, he always had a cold problem. Now that his bar burnt down and he needs a fucking lawyer. A super professional looking one at that. He realizes she's blind. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh my god. He's having an internal panic attack.

she sits in front, sort of scowling. Her name? Viviane Renaudin. One of the best insurance lawyers money could buy. He already had his advanced paid, he couldn't fucking back off.

"Randal? You fucking idiot. She's blind! How the heck will she—" he was cussing his best friend out.