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... in the chair, her breathing shallow, the weight of their eyes pressing against her skin.
She could feel the sweat building at the nape of her neck despite the chilled air conditioning humming softly in the background. Everything felt too loud. The shuffle of papers, the clicking pens, the occasional throat clear. Like needles.
The attorneys didn’t even need to raise their voices. That’s what made it worse.
They stayed calm.
Precise.
Surgical.
Mr. ...
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