Chapter 122
At the Prosecution Office
Across the room, Matt, Marlon and Jane exchanged confused glances, clearly puzzled by Rain’s sudden arrival.
“Do you think she’s fit to work already?” Jane asked. She had been the one to relay Rain’s call earlier in the morning, informing them that Rain wouldn’t be at the office today. Yet here she was, asking for simple cases just before lunch.
“She’s focusing on these smaller cases now. What happened to the Obsidian Order case? She seemed so determined to keep control of it before,” Marlon commented, with Jane nodding in agreement.
“Let her be for now. She had a mild concussion, so she’s taking things easy,” Matt said, shrugging it off. He then turned to Jane and asked, “When will Prosecutor Wayne’s trial be finished p>
“Oh, it should be wrapped up by around three this afternoon. Do you think today’s a good day for a group dinner?” Jane asked.
Matt nodded. “I’ll inform Prosecutor Clayton and check with Prosecutor Wayne to see if he’s available p>
They were interrupted when Rain stepped out of her office and called Marlon. “I’ll start with this,” she said, handing him some papers. “Prepare all the steps with Jane to initiate the process and schedule a trial p>
She then turned to Matt. “Come to my office. We need to discuss the evidence and witness statements p>
Matt followed her into the office, leaving Marlon and Jane to handle the necessary tasks.
Inside Rain’s office, Matt couldn’t hide his confusion. “Are you going to let go of the Obsidian Order case?” he asked.
Rain gave him a casual shrug, her expression calm but with a hint of calculation. “It can wait,” she replied, flipping through another file. “I know when to pick my battles, and right now, this is where I need to be. Sometimes, stepping back is the smartest move, don’t you agree p>
Matt gulped, and Rain’s lips curved into a slight smile. “You can tell my father-in-law that I’m not focusing on the Obsidian Order case right now, but I haven’t let it go,” she said.
Matt’s face paled. “I Matt began but hesitated.
“It’s fine, Matt. You don’t need to explain. Alexander told me everything. I don’t mind that my father-in-law has his eyes on me at work. I appreciate him looking out for me. Now, let’s get back to it,” Rain said.
Matt nodded. “What will happen to the Obsidian Order case? How about letting my brother handle it p>
Rain’s expression turned serious. “I’m not letting the case slip away, Matt. I’m just putting it aside for now. Handling these simpler cases allows me to observe things without drawing too much attention. The Obsidian Order is watching me. I need to play it smart p>
“But neglecting it… won’t that make you seem p>
“Careless?” Rain cut in, her gaze sharp. “No. It’ll make me look exactly how I want them to see me—distracted and disinterested. Let them think that. It’s all part of the plan. And I’m sure Prosecutor Brown will do the same strategy with this case p>
Alexander confirmed that the Brown brothers could be trusted and were important assets of GIS. Rain felt a surge of relief knowing that there were allies she could rely on at work.
’My father-in-law is truly the best,’ she thought, humming contentedly as she continued her work, energized by the knowledge that she wasn’t fighting all her battles alone.
“By the way, Prosecutor Wayne is back, and you’ll formally meet him later. We’re planning a group dinner this evening. Will you be available?” Matt asked.
“Sure, I’ll join you,” Rain replied with a smile. She had heard about a new prosecutor joining their department but hadn’t met him yet. She hoped they would get along well, whoever it was.
“So, can you give me a heads-up about Prosecutor Henry Wayne?” Rain asked curiously.
Matt hesitated before replying, “I honestly don’t know how to describe him. He’s someone hard to read, so I’m not sure where he really stands—whether it’s with justice or money p>
“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to find out for myself once I start working with him,” Rain said with a thoughtful hum.
At lunchtime, Rain had already anticipated that news of her setting aside the Obsidian Order case would spread quickly, thanks to Matt’s subtle help. Matt had mentioned that all he had to do was plant the idea to Jane, and the rumours would spread like wildfire. According to him, Jane had a knack for gossiping while having lunch with coworkers from other departments.
“So many things to do,” Rain muttered, taking a brief pause from her work. She picked up her phone and decided to create a group chat with her father-in-law and Alexander.
Rain: I’ll be home late tonight, we’re having a group dinner at the office.
Rock: Don’t worry, daughter-in-law. Just enjoy yourself. But don’t forget to let us know where you’re dining so Alexander can pick you up afterward.
Rain: Got it.
Rain stared at her phone, waiting, but Alexander hadn’t even read the message.
“Is something wrong? Why isn’t he online?” she murmured, recalling how quiet he had been when they parted ways earlier. Was he still upset? She wondered, feeling a flicker of concern.
Then, a smile crept onto her lips. The fact that Alexander was so invested in her safety and her work affairs was actually a good sign. It showed he was starting to care, whether he admitted it or not.
They were making progress, slow but sure. Sighing, Rain leaned back in her chair, resting her head against the headrest. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself a brief respite from the whirlwind of tasks awaiting her.
Rain’s office door swung open, and she began to speak without looking up. “Matt, how about p>
She froze, hearing the unfamiliar cough of a man. Her eyes snapped open, meeting the gaze of a stranger.
“I’m sorry, I’ll knock next time,” the man said quickly, a hint of amusement in his tone. “I thought you weren’t around since everyone else is still at lunch p>
Rain studied him for a moment, then murmured, “Prosecutor Wayne p>
The man gave her a small smile and nodded. “Yes, Henry Wayne p>
She had already glanced through his profile earlier. He was twenty-six, joined the prosecution office three years ago, and had quite the reputation. People said he was difficult to get along with—some even called him crazy.
He stepped closer and extended his hand. “Nice to finally meet you p>
Rain accepted his handshake and said, “Rain Clayton p>
Henry nodded, then, with a more serious tone, he hummed, “I see. Let’s get along well then, Prosecutor Clayton p>