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As Sarah packed up her laptop and notes after another long day of travel and deposition, Chapman turned to her and stuck out his hand.
“This is it,” he said.
Sarah couldn’t bring herself to touch his flesh. Instead she nodded. “This is it.”
“Oh, come on, Sarah, you’re going to act like that?” Chapman said. He laughed and looked over at Joe. “She’s going ‘girly’ on us,” he said, making the finger quotes. “Come on, Henley, this isn’t personal—you know that.”
“Everything is personal, Chapman,” she answered pleasantly. “You know that.”
He laughed again, completely missing the look in her eye that should have told him he was marked for destruction. But Sarah had no further need to talk to the man, and instead turned to Marcela.
“Just one more week with us, and then you get a break, hu
