As the winter days in Vermont grew shorter, I found myself wrapped up in the ongoing investigation, each piece of evidence a puzzle fragment waiting to be placed. The lawyer in Hartford, Ms. Collins, called regularly with updates. Her steady demeanor and calm voice provided reassurance, reinforcing my decision to fight back. One morning, Ms. Collins asked to meet in person. I drove to Hartford, my mind swirling with possibilities. When I arrived at her office, she greeted me warmly and motioned for me to sit. “We’ve managed to trace back the creation of the company to a law firm...
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