The days slipped by under Jersey City’s sweltering June sum.
By late June, one of the cases that Jasper Corporation had entrusted to Charlotte was heading to trial. Both Sean and Scott came to observe the hearing.
Inside the solemn courtroom, Charlotte sat confidently at the plaintiff’s table. She wore a sharply tailored charcoal gray suit. Her expression was calm but focused, and her clear, piercing eyes seemed to see right through people.
When she met the opposing counsel’s gaze, there was no hesitation–only unwavering resolve and sharp intensity.
When it was her turn to speak, Charlotte’s voice rang out steady and clear. Her arguments were logical, her structure airtight. Like a master strategist, she guided the other side into the trap she had carefully set.
Throughout the trial, Charlotte displayed remarkable composure and adaptability. Whenever the defense lawyer tried to throw her off with sudden objections or rebuttals, she stayed calm and quickly found the weak points in their argument. Her responses were precise, her tone measured but biting, leaving her opponent scrambling to keep up.
Her pacing was deliberate, speeding up and slowing down in all the right places. The rise and fall of her voice kept the courtroom engaged, pulling everyone into her rhythm.
By the end of this smoke–free battle, Charlotte had claimed a decisive victory.
Outside the courtroom, Charlotte walked out alongside Sean and Scott.
“Mr. Jasper,” she said, “we should receive the official judgment in a few days.”
Sean nodded. “I’m confident we’ll win.” He turned to look at her, the admiration in his eyes impossible to miss. “Lottie, you were incredible in there.”
She blinked with a smile. “Thank you, Mr. Jasper. I appreciate the compliment.”
“You really were amazing, Charlotte,” Scott added with a grin. “I got to witness the full power of a top–tier attorney today.”
“Thank you,” she said again, though this time her tone cooler. She didn’t blink playfully like before, and Scott noticed the
difference. The light in his eyes dimmed.
“Charlotte, want to grab lunch?” he asked hopefully.
Before she could answer, Sean cut in smoothly, “Sorry, Mr. Lucas. I still have a few questions about the case. I already asked Lottie to have lunch with me.”
Scott raised an eyebrow, amusement laced with sarcasm. “The trial’s over. All that’s left is waiting for the ruling/What’s left to ask?”
Sean remained unfazed. “I’m the client. If I have questions for my attorney, that really isn’t your concern, is it? You weren’t involved in this case. Seems like you’re meddling a bit too much.‘
Scott let out a short laugh, but there was a trace of scorn in it. “Sounds more like you’re using the case as an excuse to ask her out.”
“And what if I am?” Sean’s tone was cool, his gaze dismissive.
Scott’s smile faltered. His expression darkened.
Charlotte, watching the two men about to go at it in public, felt a headache coming on.
By now, they had reached the parking lot outside the courthouse.
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