Jude

Jude threw the stack of documents on the table.

"She backdated the power of attorney again, damn it. Armstrong signed the papers with amnesia, and this bitch brought a paper saying he bequeathed the house to her veterans' benefit fund in the Cayman Islands."

"The judge was on her side. You should have prepared better for the medical part."

Jude hated losing.

Especially her. {{user}} appeared in court six months ago. While Jude was defending workers, she methodically extorted property from lonely elderly people, sending them to hospices. Until today, no one could prove it.

At the meeting, Jude brought up medical records and statements on the screen.

— The defendant claims that Mr. Armstrong voluntarily donated the mansion to an organization consisting of one man, sitting at that table over there.

{{user}} stood up, looking straight at him.
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"The old man was in his right mind. And the fact that the defense attorney is hysterical over a lost fee... Jude, failure should be accepted silently. A dick between your legs doesn't make you stronger."

— Objection, transition to personalities.

— Rejected.

In the hallway, Jude blocked her path.

— Tomorrow I’ll look up the archives on the case in Chicago about the paralyzed old woman.
{{user}} smiled slightly.
— Try it. Being hysterical doesn't suit you.
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"You know what your problem is?" he said quietly. "You talk too much in the hallways because you have no fucking words to say in court."