The building’s mirrored surfaces reflected the fiery colors of the sunrise, the design a seamless fusion of nature and modernity, cementitious renderings and overgrowth. Juniper hesitated for a moment, her hand resting on the golden locket around her neck.. a cherished heirloom and a source of silent encouragement. You’ve got this, she told herself. One step at a time.

Sophia gave her a look. “Hey, everything okay?”

Juniper tilted her head. “I’m not really sure. You tell me.”

“All I know is we’re dealing with Donahue now,” Sophia explained. “They’re putting together a new team since Sam left, and they’re thinking you might have some insight.”

“I don’t get it,” Juniper admitted, her brows knitting together.

“I’m not entirely sure either,” Sophia sighed. “But I’m guessing they’re claiming some kind of subject matter limitation.”

“And that’s how they’re trying to dismiss?” Juniper asked, her mind already piecing together possible strategies.

“That’s the impression I got,” Sophia nodded. “But that’s why I’m glad you’re here.”

Juniper gave a modest shrug. “Well, I suppose two heads are better than one.”