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“There she is!” Paul Chapman bellowed when Sarah walked into the room. “Heard you lost your cookies. Hope it wasn’t something I said.”
Sarah gave him an unfriendly smile and greeted Marcela instead.
“Thanks for your help last week,” Sarah told her.
“No problem,” Marcela said. “You looked awful.”
“All better now, though,” Sarah said cheerfully. “Burke.” She nodded to her opponent.
“Sarah.”
Joe’s client sat at attention, hands clasped tightly in front of her, face tense with anxiety. Joe whispered to the woman, and she nodded stiffly. Sarah felt badly for her. She knew how stressful legal proceedings could be for people outside the profession. Many times she imagined her own parents having to sit through a deposition or a trial and having to face someone like Sarah whose sole goal
