"You're going to make a mistake, Mr. Sullivan." I deliberately used his last name, knowing how easily it annoyed him.
I should have held back, but I couldn't resist teasing him.
His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, my words clearly hitting a ner...
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The air in the office was thick with tension, Zake's frustration almost palpable as he paced the room. "It's terrible. I don't think we'll win. Your client is clearly guilty-there's evidence stacked against him," he said, his voice laced with disappointment.
I took a slow sip from my coffee, letting the bitterness settle on my tongue as I met his gaze. A slight smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. "He's the culprit," I said evenly.
Zake's head snapped up, his eyes wide with disbelief. He stared at me as if I'd just confessed to the crime myself. "Are you serious?" his expression screamed, but the words didn't need to be spoken aloud.
I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction, nodding as I stood from my chair. The familiar weight of my decisions settled on my shoulders as I walked over to the large glass window, my hands slipping into the pockets of my tailored pants. The city sprawled out before me, indifferent to the moral dilemmas playing out in this room. "I've known from the start," I continued, my voice steady, "He's the murderer."
Zake was at my side in an instant, his earlier disbelief morphing into outright panic. "Then why the heck did you take his case? He's paid us a fortune, and now... now this? Do you even know what's going to happen if he went jail!?" His voice rose with each word, the urgency clear in every syllable.
"I'll do something. I'll create a fake witne-" he started, desperation coloring his tone.
I cut him off, turning to face him fully. "I don't need any fake witnesses. I know we're going to lose, and that's completely okay." My calmness seemed to unnerve him further.
His brow furrowed, confusion replacing the panic. "What do you mean, Nathaniel?"
I shrugged, the gesture as nonchalant as I could make it. "He'll get his punishment tomorrow. Whether it's a life sentence or death, it doesn't matter. He deserves it because he's guilty."
