They took their places, opposing dark oak tables principle as they prepare notes for the trial.
Across from him, Hailey arched a brow, voice low enough that only he could hear as she settled into her chair, her client next to her. “Try not to bore the jury this time.”
Marcus’s pen stilled against his notepad. He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching as though suppressing a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll save them from your theatrics.”
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