"With all due respect, Your Honor--" I interrupted, desperate to keep my client out of jail. I knew better than to argue with a judge, but still, I had to try.
"Counselor," Judge Marcus said, clearly annoyed. "We all know what "with all due respect" means--it means you think I"m dead wrong. I"ve made my ruling Miss Quinn, this hearing is over."
this hearing is overWith that, the judge stood up and exited the courtroom, black robe flapping in his wake. He"d made it clear that I was done talking--at least to him.
God, I hate being a lawyer, I thought, not for the first time. My client, Becca Solomon, was seated next to me looking worried and confused. She had no clue what just happened, but she knew it was bad.
God, I hate being a lawyer, I turned my chair so I could face her. "I"m sor
