Chapter 81

• Stephen and I sat in the courthouse VIP canteen, the scent of strong coffee and fried food filling the air. Around us, the low murmurs of conversations carried on— Other lawyers, and courthouse staff chatting over their lunch breaks. But none of them mattered to me right now.
• Stephen leaned in, his elbows resting on the table. “Alright, boss,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye. “What now?”
• I smirked, stirring the tea in front of me absentmindedly. “We cracked their shell. Now we hit them hard.”