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It was Thursday, she had to remind herself. The days strung together now like reruns of the day before. Every plane ride felt the same. All the hotel conference rooms looked alike. All the food tasted equally bad. Feel like takeout tonight? Of course. And a whole lot more than that.
Chapman continued with his new style of questioning, firing them off so rapidly Joe’s client barely had a chance to answer. Clearly Chapman was already done with the job. He had been a bad lawyer at the beginning of their travels together, but at least Sarah could tell he thought he was good. Now, he clearly didn’t care.
“Objection,” Joe said again. He’d already objected several times that afternoon, always with the same complaint. “Please repeat the question slowly and allow my client sufficient time to
