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"Did you just haher full frontal "No I didn’t ha you That would be unprofessional"

"I definitely heard a ha"

"Then you’re hearing things, honey"

Her eyes flare, then narrow sharply She speaks to the judge, but her gaze stays trained on me "I request that Mr Mason be disciplined by the court For referring to opposing council in a derogatory fashion--"

I step closer to her "There’s nothing derogatory about honey It’s a ter!"

"Which is neither appreciated or pers v Hobbs"

"You’d be right, if it weren’t for Probst v Clayton"

Our eyes clash She steps towardheavier "Probst v Clayton was overturned"

I --until we’re practically nose to nose "Dwyer v Bocci, then" And I murmur so only she can hear, "Suck it"

Her eyes focus on my mouth "Bite me," she whispers back Then, louder, "I’ll see your Dwyer v Bocci and raise you an Evans v Chase"

And fuck, I want to kiss her She’s right there; it would be so easy

It would be so good

Judge Phillips clears his throat, and we break apart The room is dead silent--all eyes on us

"Would you two like to be alone?" He frowns "I could clear the courtrooaze drops to the floor and I can practically feel Kennedy withering with ee"

"Ah, you reavel "I, however, would like a moment alone--with the two of you" His voice projects as he addresses the court "It’s Friday, so we’re closing up shop early We’ll reconvene at 9 aavel "Adjourned Miss Randolph, Mr Mason, my chambers"

Chatter and e vacates the bench, the spectators file out the door, and Mrs Potter steps down frouy in suspenders who I assume is Harold Potter She pauses as she passes ht for sure you were about to ravish her I’ve read a lot of books, and that was just like a scene that ends with the hero ravishing theher"

The little old lady chuckles in a knowing kind of way "That’s a different kind of book, sonny"

I head to the judge’s cha on e Phillips hangs his black robe in the small closet, adjusts the cuffs of his shirt, then sits behind his massive dark-wood desk