"You think I chose to quit my work as an advocate? You think this," she gestured around her, to the squalor of the tiny flat above her rundown shop, "is my ambition?" It was her turn to lean in. "He ruined me. Zabini fabricated a scandal between me and the judge, Rietveld. Doctored photos, forged notes, and me with no one to corroborate my alibi. I was disbarred."