Val's P.O.V

The digital clock in the corner of my laptop screen read 2:17 p.m. A faint, dull throb had taken up residence behind my eyes, a direct result of squinting at thirty-seven pages of legal landmines for the better part of four hours. My legal pad was a chaotic mosaic of red question marks, blue exclamations, and furious black underlines.

Section 19.2: Binding Arbitration. My red pen circled it for the third time. Why? Why give up the right to a jury? What are they planning that ...