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Chapter 8
London Twenty Minutes Later Roderick Bailey poured himself a large glass of cold water and turned to the group of individuals encircling the conference room table as the break ended. “Anyone want a refill?” Most of the attorneys shook their heads in response. “I would like some,” Dr. Shirvani nervously said as he lifted his glass further indicating his desire. “Sure.” Roderick walked to the front of the table, replenished the water in the witness’s glass, and left the pitcher by his side. “In case you want some more,” Roderick added. He then sat down next to his attorneys at the far left of the room. James Goodwin hurriedly scanned the room. All of the attorneys were seated, had their legal pads out, and were ready to take notes of the upcoming testimony now that the judge ruled on
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