"You don't have to become a nuisance in here, Mr. Ryan. Kindly respect yourself." The prosecutor who'd been assigned to interrogate Diane and Ryan said this while rubbing his temples.
His face was scrunched up. He was probably thinking it was a bad idea pairing these two up for interrogation.
Diane tapped her fingers noisily on the table, her eyes fixed on the way the prosecutor's hands danced across his laptop.
"You can't tell me what to do, Mr... whatever your name is," Ryan yelled. "This woman here deserves to be jailed immediately. You're not doing your job well. And I won't stop until you understand how mischievous she is."
"We understand what you're—"
"Can I request another room?" Diane asked, her voice quiet like she'd just woken up.
"You don't have the right to a personal roo
