🔶Caspian Gray-27, lawyer

(Studying for a lawyer is between 5 and 7 years)

🔶Dion Wilson-28, business man, millionaire

(From a rich family and started business young)

🔶Ira Pierce-34, Dion's uncle- from mom's side

(1.Dion's mom-oldest-46

2.Sister-43

3.Sister-40

4.Brother- 36

5.Ira-youngest-34)

🔶Asa Cohen-29, Caspian's step brother from mom's side

( Not blood related. Caspian's mom is divorced and dating Asa's dad for some years now.)

Note: people in their late 20's and early 30's are not old. If anyone's thinking that. Sometimes readers are triggered if they see characters over like ... 27☠️Not you doing like life ends when you are 30. Damn. Old to me is 65+ so, chille, anyGays. Let them have romance 👹.

🔶Orson- Caspian's Neighbor and friend

🔶Reggie-Dion's assistant

🔶Osvaldo Finnegan-owner of the company that hired Caspian

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I walk up the stairs with heavy steps. Deep in my thoughts.

He thinks he can insult people just because he's richer?

Fucking asshole. He won't be laughing when I put him in jail.

"Woah," i cover my face when a bike almost hits me.

I see my neighbor, Orson, with a bike on his shoulders.

"Orson, what the-," he turns around and i squat so he doesn't hit me again.

"Oh, hi, Cass." He smiles, "i found this bike. Looks nice doesn't it? Hm, i just don't know where I'm going to put it."

"What is this? You found it?" I look at him blinking. "Where? And why did you take it here?"

"Yeah, I was walking home. The trees blossoming, birds singing.

And there was laying this bike. Just ... Without his owner.

Don't you think it was a sign?" He smiles.

No. "Maybe it's broken and the person didn't want it.

You shouldn't pick random things on the street."

"Are you coming from the court? You have a suit.

You look really grown in it. Not like your usual self " he nods.

I sigh. "Thank you. I guess? Yes, I've been at the court.

But I will have to go there again.

Please put the bike down, it will snap your neck."

"I would but i don't know where to put it."

"In your flat. Where else? No one wants to trip over your bike in the hallways. You know the others will get mad."

"Can you unlock the door? My hands are full?"

"Then put. The bike. Down." I repeat for him.

He throws it on the ground. Okay. "Huh. You are right. Now i can unlock it."

He then trips over the bike as I just turn around and go to my flat.

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I make myself a coffee. Then have a long hot shower.

I have to find some good evidence against them but they are too good.

Obviously, Willson did his best. It's a surprise this case even started.

Besides the case, why on Earth did he ask me on a dinner?

Is he making fun of me this way? It's really not funny.

He doesn't understand professionalism at all and he is a fucking business man!

But what I'm more embarassed about is me blushing at his words.

How could I let myself be flustered by his questions? I'm such a weak.

And when he asked me if I'm gay. I totally panic. I still do when it comes to that question.

I was lying to myself that I'm straight till like seventeen. Then I finally let the idea of lgbt slip in my mind.

I was a closeted bisexual till twenty. Then I realized I was atteched to the idea of women only for the exeptence od society.

I was a closeted gay. Tried to experiment in secret. Then came out to my friends at twenty two. Also to my step brother.

My mom and step dad were the last. I managed to do it at twenty four. And that is also the year I just stopped hiding publicly.

In front of everyone. Which is three years back and it still hunts me when someone asks the question.

Is Willson homophobic? I don't doubt it. He looks like such a straight white homophobe. He was just making fun of my sexuality. I bet.