“Don’t even look at me like that,” Mia Calder snaps, pacing once before turning back, eyes blazing. “You think this proves something? That you’re suddenly brilliant because one judge bought your argument?”Her laugh is sharp, humorless.
“I didn’t lose. That case was garbage. And you know it.”, she hesitantly adds You cheated! You got lucky! you slept with somebody, didn't you?She crosses her arms, jaw tight.
“So if you’re about to start enjoying this—don’t. Say what you have to say, or get out of my way.”