The old cubicles, once the front lines of legal warfare, stood as battle-scarred veterans, their surfaces etched with the stories of triumphs and defeats. The ceiling tiles, broken and stained like the oil-slicked pavement of the Corridor highway, whispered tales of the countless feet that had trodden these halls in search of justice.

Emma brushed a cobweb from her shoulder and coughed as their movement stirred up decades of dust, a piece of crumbling ceiling tile drifting down between them…

It was here, in this granite-encased sanctuary, where the echoes of the past were drowned out by the very diamonds that bored this very earth.

Juniper and her team would embark on their quest to unravel the untapped precedent of the Juisys LLC case. Armed with their collective expertise and Juniper’s uncanny ability to navigate the waters of legal abstractions, they stood ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that in this world beneath the world, the only light to guide them would be the fire in their eyes.

They needed to retrieve the old undigitized certified copies, an arduous task, but had help from the paralegals. Marcus was hard to read, but it didn’t matter - no one at Martinez & Kenery didn’t belong.

“Everyone is where they belong,” Juniper thought.