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Jessie
We had him, my lawyer assured me. While Cort submitted documentation about his owning the trademark on Midnight Sun Charter, he hadn’t utilized the company. My dad’s plane had been repainted with his own logo in red, doing away with the old blue. None of his adverts, nothing in Endsley Flight Services listed a single word about Midnight Sun.
Yes, the judge was a cousin once removed or some such s**t of Cort’s, but my lawyer was good friends with Alaska’s attorney general. If the judge didn’t rule fairly according to the law, he stood a good chance of getting his wrist slapped—or worse. With my lawyer’s help, I could assure him of that fact.
The judge considered the papers both my and Cort’s lawyer had provided. Ours shows the actual file date of Cort’s trademark renewal—one d
