“Mr. Richmourth,” she tried a different approach, “what are your thoughts on workplace disputes?”

“Ma’am, in my experience, proper channels exist for a reason.” His jaw tightened slightly. “Chain of command is there to maintain order.”

Sophia’s shoulders drew inward almost imperceptibly, her usual bright energy dimming as each potential juror revealed their rigid devotion to authority. Her pen moved in increasingly agitated strokes, adding unnecessary pressure to each mark…

Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closing briefly as if warding off a headache. When they opened again, they held that particular intensity that always unraveled her concentration. His gaze fixed on Roma’s team with careful calculation, mapping their strategy even as it dismantled their chances.