JJ
Marissa didn’t need to teach me what minimizing sounded like anymore.
I already knew.
That became obvious the moment she started the mock questioning.
We sat across from each other in her office with a legal pad between us and a thick folder beside her elbow. She was preparing me for the kind of questions Havoc’s attorney could eventually ask under oath, especially now that I had refused the settlement proposal and made it clear I intended to keep the safety issues separate from the property fight.
Marissa warned me before we started that some questions would sound accusatory on purpose. My job wasn’t to win an argument with an imaginary lawyer. It was to answer truthfully without letting the wording pull me back into apologizing for what Havoc had done.
Then she folded her hands
