Blake adjusted his tie with confidence.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered calmly.
Inside the courtroom, Vanessa sat beside him with a smug smile while reporters filled the back row, whispering excitedly.
Then the judge entered.
Everyone stood.
Before opening arguments even began, I quietly approached the court clerk and handed over a sealed envelope.
Then I turned toward the bench.
“Your Honor,” I said clearly, “before these proceedings continue, I need to formally disclose my professional credentials.”
Vanessa rolled her eyes dramatically.
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