Red Oath [meenbabe]

2: Legacy's Veil

The morning sun casted a golden hue through the expansive windows of Aoom's dining room, illuminating the elegant furnishings within. A large oak table dominated the space, adorned with fine china and silverware. Aoom's father sat at the head of the table, engrossed in the morning newspaper, while her mother rushed about, putting the finishing touches on breakfast.

"Good morning, Dad," Aoom greeted as she entered the room, she leaned down to kiss her mother on the cheek, the warmth of their embrace a brief moment of tenderness in the otherwise formal atmosphere.

"Morning, sweetheart," her father replied, lowering the newspaper to give her a small smile. "Off to the office already?"

Aoom nodded, pouring herself a cup of coffee as she took her seat at the table. "Yes, I have a busy day ahead," she replied, her tone serious. "But I wanted to say goodbye before I left."

Her mother placed a plate of freshly baked croissants in front of her, a fond smile gracing her lips. "Don't work too hard, darling," she said, her voice filled with maternal concern.

Aoom offered her a reassuring smile before taking a bite of her breakfast, savoring the buttery taste of the pastry. "I won't, Mom," she promised. "I'll be careful."

After finishing her meal, Aoom excused herself from the table, reaching for her phone to call her chauffeur. As she waited for him to arrive, she glanced around the room, taking in the familiar sights one last time.

Aoom was a fearsome force, a cold-hearted lawyer whose loyalty was to the blood that flowed through her veins rather than the principles of justice. Raised in the lap of lavishness, Aoom had been taught from birth to protect and defend her family's interests at any cost. Her father, an affluent businessman and authority figure, instilled in her a sense of duty and devotion that bordered on obsession.

For Aoom, the law was not a means to dispense justice, but a weapon to wield in defense of her family's honor and legacy. She was no ordinary lawyer. She played the game with a fierceness that frightened her opponents. She bent the rules, twisted the truth, and did whatever it took to come out on top. She had no issues about employing every trick in the book to get a good deal for her clientele, no matter how morally or ethically questionable it was.

Some called her ruthless; others called her brilliant. But to Aoom, it was simply the way of the world. She craved success like a drug, her thirst for victory insatiable and unrelenting. Thriving on the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush of the battle, and the sweet taste of triumph when she emerged victorious.

When she became a lawyer, it wasn't just a career – it was a duty to protect her family's name and fortune.

After a long day at the office, Aoom made her way through the labyrinthine alleyways of the city, following the cryptic directions to the clandestine venue hosting a high-stakes poker game. She descended into the underground establishment, the dim lighting casting shadows that danced across the walls.

Entering the smoky room, Aoom was greeted by the low mumble of dialogue and the clinking of glasses. The atmosphere was pulsating with adrenaline as players from every circle of life crowded around the tables, their eyes shining with determination and greed.

Aoom took a minute to study the surroundings, recognizing the amount of money surrounding her. Expensive artwork embellished the walls, while property deeds and other valuable assets were casually tossed around as if they were mere chips in a game.

As Aoom settled into her seat at the table, she caught the attention of a passing waiter and ordered a glass of rum. The liquid amber was poured into a crystal glass, the ice clinking softly as it settled. A delicate wisp of steam rose from the surface, hinting at the warmth that awaited within.