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got some stunning
information out of these witnesses that would immensely bolster our
case. I don’t expect tomorrow will be as easy, now that the
defense attorneys got a gander at me. No, they’ll stay up all
night preparing tomorrow’s witnesses so they can withstand my
brutal charm.
Well, it’s
really a subversive assault to mine secretive information, but I do
it with a hell of a lot of charm so it’s not clear I’m
taking advantage of them.
I look over at Mac
and she’s flipping through what I believe is her fourth yellow
pad of notes she has taken. She did an impressive job today, taking
such copious but detailed notes that she allowed me to fully
concentrate on the conversation I was having. I say conversation,
because a truly effective lawyer has a two-way engagement of words
with the deponent. Depositions are not to attack and not to belittle.
They are to gather information… and the best way to do that is
to really listen to what the other person is saying. Yes, I ask the
question, but it’s a big, open-ended question, and all I really
need to do is sit back and just listen. Choose those things that
interest me, and follow up.
See, it’s just
a simple conversation. Just because a court reporter is taking
everything down word for word, who will later type a transcript I
will have, and will later use to slap the witness stupid on the stand
when they lie to me… well, that’s just their problem
they trusted me with their dirty laundry in the first place.
“You did a
good job,” I tell Mac, and she looks at me in surprise. It’s
probably five of a total of ten words I’ve said to her since we
started. She just smiles at me and gives me a quiet “thank you”
in return.
I stand up from the
table and make small talk with my other counsel. There are a total of
five plaintiffs in this lawsuit and one lawyer from each victim is in
attendance. I’ve been appointed lead counsel, which means I’m
the only one asking questions today, while the other lawyers sit
around and look pretty. Well, of course, Mac looks pretty—stunning
really—but she was hard at work right alongside me. I don’t
know how many times I had to take a break to go over her notes so I
could make sure I heard something right. She really has been
invaluable.
We all decide to
head back to the hotel, which is just a few blocks away, and have
dinner there. I’m all prepared for tomorrow’s round so
I’m looking forward to a good meal, a few drinks, and an early
night to bed. I haven’t been sleeping well for some reason.
Well, one reason.
***
Dinner is a fiasco.
There are six of us, with Mac being the only female sitting around a
table of egotistical, testosterone driven lawyers liquored up and
riding high on a victory today. Some of them try to include her in
the conversation and, while she’s talking to someone, the
others will stare at her breasts.
Can’t say as I
blame them. She changed into a dark blue dress that wraps around and
fits her form perfectly. It’s cut tastefully low, showing a
good bit of smooth skin at her chest but not revealing much more than
a shadow of her cleavage. It’s sexier than seeing part of her
boobs, wondering what’s underneath there.
And every guy, with
the exception of me, is wondering.
I already know.
One guy in
particular, Brian Summers from Houston, has been out-drinking
everyone at the table and is openly leering across it at her. She
knows it… caught him on more than one occasion, and he has
enough alcohol in him that he doesn’t even know he should be
embarrassed. But Mac is handling all of it like a pro. I’ve
seen many women lawyers carry around a big chip on their shoulders
because they don’t know how to compete in, what has
traditionally been, a man’s world.
So they either
become quivering balls of nervous tension that fly apart at the
slightest bit of provocation, or they walk around pretending to sport
big, brass balls underneath their skirts.
Not Mac