𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

WARNING: There will be discussions between Robbie and Rachel about a certain topic that starts with S and ends with E. It will be brief yet not too graphic for the readers. As well as some more upsetting flashbacks.

Karen and Carrie's eyes widened in shock. Why would Fisk, of all people, choose to visit their law firm?

Carrie's voice trembled as she swallowed hard. "Where's Matt?"

"He's currently talking to him," Foggy replied.

Karen and Carrie exchanged a look of disbelief. Matt was left alone with Wilson Fisk as they speak.

"What should we do?" Karen whispered, her voice barely audible. "We can't just sit here and-."

"For now, we stay calm," Foggy interrupted.

As the gravity of the situation sank in, Carrie couldn't help but think about Poindexter who had targeted her and Matt yesterday. She wondered if Fisk's unexpected visit had anything to do with him.

"I have a feeling Fisk wants us all in the main room," Carrie said, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Foggy nodded, a hint of worry in his eyes. "Yep, that seems to be the case..."

"He wants to speak with all of us?" Karen asked, her voice trembling slightly. The fear in her eyes mirrored Carrie's own.

"Right now," he added.

Carrie's mind raced with possibilities as she tried to piece together the reason behind Fisk's visit. Was he here to seek revenge? Or did he have some ulterior motive that involved their law firm? The uncertainty hung heavy in the air, making it difficult for Karen and Carrie to focus on anything else.

As they made their way to the main room, their footsteps echoed through the empty hallways, amplifying the tension that filled the atmosphere. Each passing second felt like an eternity, and the anticipation of what awaited them behind those doors only intensified their anxiety.

When they finally reached the main room, they found Matt sitting opposite Fisk with Matt sitting by his desk. The sight of him unharmed brought a wave of relief to Carrie, but it also raised more questions. Fisk's presence commanded attention as he stood tall, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the room. His eyes scanned the faces of Foggy and Karen, but it was Carrie who held his unwavering attention.

Both she and Matt were the catalysts for his unexpected visit, and the weight of that realization hung heavily in the air. Carrie could feel the tension in the room, the palpable energy that crackled between Fisk and Matt. It was as if the air itself held its breath, waiting for the inevitable clash between these two formidable forces.

Breaking the silence, Fisk's voice resonated with authority. "Well, well, well," he began, his tone a blend of curiosity and menace. "I must say, I didn't anticipate finding you here. What is your connection to all of this?"

Carrie, sounding perplexed, replied, "I work here?"

Fisk's eyes narrowed, a hint of recognition flickering across his face. "Ah, yes... I remember seeing you on a date with Mr. Murdock. Carrie Alison, isn't it?"

Carrie instinctively crossed her arms, her body language defensive. She couldn't help but wonder how he knew her name. Could it be Poindexter who spilled the beans?

Before Carrie could respond, Matt leaned over his desk, his voice laced with suspicion. "Why are you here in my firm today?" he demanded, his eyes locked with Fisk's.

Fisk's lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes never leaving Carrie's. "Oh, I have my reasons, Mr. Murdock," he replied, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and malice. "You see, I've been keeping a close eye on you and your little crusade. And it seems that you've stumbled upon something quite interesting."