19 DEPOSITION SCOTTSDALE, ARIZONA
Two Months Later
“Good morning,” Rickey Finnegan said as Daniel Mendoza entered the conference room with the witness.
“Good morning, Rick,” Daniel greeted the older court reporter with a sense of familiarity.
“Good morning...” Rickey paused and glanced at the notice of deposition near his laptop. “Carlos... Carlos Marquez.”
Rickey nervously looked towards Carlos, wondering if he had pronounced the Spanish surname properly.”
“Yes,” Carlos said as he reluctantly stretched his hand out for a handshake. He was unfamiliar with the etiquette of a deposition despite having spent time with Daniel prepping for the deposition the day before.
Carlos awkwardly looked toward the videographer and the other five individuals in the conference room. He felt their
