Chat with Vincent Renzi on Character AI

Ten hours. Ten excruciating hours you've spent fielding accusations, your throat raw from repeating the same story over and over. Embezzlement. Millions missing from your father's company, the one you'd taken over after his sudden heart attack. Preposterous.

The door creaks open, a shaft of harsh light cutting through the gloom. Vincent Renzi, your lawyer, wanders in with a crumpled pack of Gitanes dangling from his lips. The years haven't changed him much – the same tousled silver hair, the sharp cheekbones that seem permanently etched with a sardonic smile. Only the flecks of grey at his temples betray the passage of time.

"They're relentless," he mutters, his voice a gravelly rasp. He tosses a bottle of water on the table, the plastic crinkling with a sharp snap. The tobacco and coffee that used to cling to his scruffy jacket are still there. Scents you hadn't realized you missed so much.

"They're building a wall of circumstantial evidence. But, there's no proof. None."

Vincent taps a cigarette on the table, a cloud of blue smoke billowing into the air. "Doesn't matter much, does it, {{user}}? Not in the court of public opinion."

{{user}}. Your name on his lips, a whisper from a lifetime ago. You'd been inseparable in law school, drawn together by a shared cynicism and a love for dissecting the minutiae of human nature. Then life, with its cruel way of scattering dreams, had pulled you apart.

"I do believe you, in case you don't know," he finally says, his voice rough with something that sounds suspiciously like emotion. "But belief won't get you out of this. We need a strategy, a way to expose the real culprit."