Chapter 52

From Celeste's angle, she could clearly see the veins bulging on the back of Martin's clenched hands. It was a long while before he finally sat back down across from her. "Alright," he said coldly, "what exactly do you want?" Celeste reached into her bag and pulled out a kraft paper folder, sliding it slowly across the table. Martin hesitated, but still opened it up carefully. Inside was a thick stack of sketch paper. His face gradually changed. "These... these are my drafts." "Probably not all of them," Celeste admitted. "Michelle shredded them in batches. This is what I managed to salvage from the trash. Pieced it together as best I could-take a look and see how many are still missing." His fingers trembled as he pulled the pages out to count. After a moment, his voice shook with emotion. "Three are missing, but... but this is enough. These should be enough to take it to court." Celeste kept her expression steady. "You sure about that? Who are you planning to sue?" "Of course it's Mi