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Sienna headed to her office to calm down before the scheduled cases on her docket began. As she walked by Jenni’s desk, one whispered word caught her attention. Even though she didn’t want to seem overly nosy, she couldn’t resist pausing to look at Myron, the tall, skinny, and ever-hopeful man, who brought Jenni her favorite Starbucks coffee every morning, to ask, “Did I hear you say the name Blackstone?”
Myron casually plopped one of his bony butt cheeks on the corner of Jenni’s desk. “Yep, you presided over the arraignment for him.”
Sienna was already nodding. “I remember.” Trying to sound nonchalant, despite the pounding pulse in her head, she asked, “Has there been a new development with the case?”
“What case?” Myron chuckled at his own lame joke.
Sienna stared at him, trying t
