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“Hi, Ms. Henley. Ryan Sollers. Very nice to meet you.” Chapman’s replacement shook Sarah’s hand.
“‘Sarah’ is fine,” she said, taking in the upgrade in both manners and appearance of the new attorney. He looked more like a California surfer than a litigator, with his blond hair and a tan that looked like he earned it honestly out in the sun, rather than at a salon.
A court reporter Sarah had never seen was setting up. “I thought Marcela was with us this week.”
“She lost a crown over the weekend,” the woman said. “She had to get it fixed today. I’m Wendy. I’ll be here and in Seattle tomorrow.”
Sarah shook her hand. “Thanks for filling in.”
Joe entered the conference room along with his client, a young woman who looked like she was in her early 20s. Ryan stood up and introduced himse
