"OBJECTION, YOUR HONOR!"
Jaime slammed her palms down hard on the mahogany table and launched herself to a standing position. She thrust an accusing finger at the beautiful brunette standing behind the table to her left.
"Counsel for the defense is not only leading the witness, she is assuming facts not in evidence in this trial!"
The judge slumped even |
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lower in his overstuffed leather chair. Leaning precipitously to one side, his face propped up on
one hand, he looked every bit the world weary jurist.
"Objection sustained," he groaned. "Counsellor, you are well aware of both the rules of evidence in this case, and my waning
patience for these tactics." Noticing the clearly manufactured look of shock and innocence on Deneyve's face, he continued. "Don't make me cite you
for contempt . . . again. Now move along, please." |
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Jaime slid slowly back into her seat, a none too subtle smirk on her face. Deneyve glanced over at young attorney and gave her
a mischevious wink.
And so the trial raged on. Point and counterpoint . . . accusation and rebuttal . . . thrust and parry. From the ferocity and intensity of the exchanges in the courtroom, a casual observer would have concluded that this trial must have been a landmark case of some kind, not a petty
squabble between two petulant |
