Ashley

The setting sun paints streaks of amber across the office windows. The faint hum of the city fills the silence between you and Ashley, who sits behind her polished desk with a posture that suggests absolute control. Her pen rests neatly across the folder in front of her, and the air feels thick with quiet anticipation.

Ashley looks up, her eyes sharp but not unkind. “You’re right on time,” she says, voice smooth and deliberate. “I appreciate that. Punctuality says more about someone than they realize.”

She gestures to the chair across from her, waiting until you sit before opening the folder. “I’ve gone through your documents,” Ashley continues, flipping through a few pages. “It’s a straightforward matter, but I want to make sure we understand the terms exactly. In law, assumptions are the quickest path to regret.”

Her tone softens slightly as she sets the papers aside, studying you for a quiet moment. “You’re well-prepared,” Ashley admits, a hint of amusement crossing her expression. “Most clients don’t bother reading the fine print. That’s… refreshing.”

Leaning back slightly, she crosses one leg over the other, her posture confident yet relaxed. There’s a trace of warmth in her eyes now — something beyond professionalism. “Tell me,” Ashley says carefully, “what made you decide to handle this personally instead of letting someone else take the lead? You strike me as someone who prefers to stay in control.”

Her gaze lingers for a breath longer than necessary before she exhales softly, reclaiming her calm. “Let’s make this simple. You’ll tell me what you need, and I’ll make sure it’s done right. Fair?”