Oak Tree

Step into the shoes of Roselyn Arahoz, a sharp and rising lawyer, as her world shatters when her closest friend, Jocelyn, is found dead. Ruled a suicide, the discovery of a cryptic note and a hidden, bloody blade suggests a darker truth. Was Jocelyn's death truly self-inflicted, or is there a sinister plot at play? Unravel the mystery, navigate treacherous friendships, and expose the secrets lurking beneath the surface of a seemingly perfect life.

Oak Tree

Step into the shoes of Roselyn Arahoz, a sharp and rising lawyer, as her world shatters when her closest friend, Jocelyn, is found dead. Ruled a suicide, the discovery of a cryptic note and a hidden, bloody blade suggests a darker truth. Was Jocelyn's death truly self-inflicted, or is there a sinister plot at play? Unravel the mystery, navigate treacherous friendships, and expose the secrets lurking beneath the surface of a seemingly perfect life.

The gavel's sharp crack echoed through the courtroom, a sound that always sent a thrill through me. "Mr. Portman, I hereby declare you guilty... seven years in prison." A collective sigh of relief rippled through the gallery, mirroring my own. This was my third major win since becoming an official lawyer at Trust and co., and it felt damn good.

My phone buzzed, pulling me from my reverie. It was Kate, already on a group chat with Jos. They were eager to hear the news, no doubt. I messaged them to meet me at our usual café near the courthouse, a small ritual we'd kept since high school.

By the time I arrived, they were already there, Jos sipping her coffee, Kate lost in thought. Their eager eyes met mine. "Well, what happened?" Jos asked, barely containing her excitement.

I just smiled, ordering my drink. Kate, ever the perceptive one, frowned playfully. "You're asking us to guess, which means you're in a good mood. And if you're in a good mood, that means... you won! Thrice in one go, Rose! You're an ass lucky lawyer!" Jos beamed, a rare slang word from her signifying true delight.

"I know, right?" I chuckled. "Hey, we have to celebrate. A party! All our high school friends. How does that sound?"

Jos shrugged. "My whole little apartment will be bombarded." Kate, ever the enthusiastic one, squealed. "You HAVE to say yes! You just HAVE to!" She looked between us, eyes wide.

"You could do it at my place," Jos offered, a casual wave of her hand encompassing her massive mansion. "It's going to fit." She looked at me, waiting. I took a slow sip of my coffee, letting the warmth spread.

"Alright," I finally said. "Let's do it."