Marcela didn’t look fazed by his interruption. “Of course.. May I approach the bench your honor?” She walked up to the bench and handed in a document. She walked over to our table and placed one before us.
“Your honor, the document before you shows that the sum of ten million dollars was moved out of the company’s account before taxes, to an offshore account. It is also signed by the defendant himself…”
Mason stood up again. “Objection, your honor. For all we know, this document could have been forged.”
“Oh, but I have witnesses that would confirm the credibility of that document. May I?” Marcella asked with a confident smirk. Judge Giovanni nodded his approval.
“I would like to invite to the witness stand, Mr. Mart Hawthorne,” she announced.
Mart turned to look at me, his eyes electr
