Chapter 482

What you wanted to do was get out of there and kiss your girlfriends - all the work and the stress had paid off. The best you could do, however, was give them both hugs and slap Eric on the back because you were still in a professional atmosphere. Garrison and the other lawyers and associates from the firm were there waiting to congratulate you, and the other firm’s lawyers were there too. Not to mention your opponents and Judge Mathews.

And, despite the interesting plans you’d been making with Amanda and Maeve, the reality was that Judge Mathews was the most important person to talk to in the room. His letter of recommendation would probably help a ton if you could convince him to give it. Getting to that point would take some finesse though, and step one was continuing to try and show you and the girls were worthy of it.

After letting out another long breath following your quick, back-slapping hug with Eric you nodded towards the Plaintiff’s table and your team nodded and followed you.

“Well fought,” you said, holding out your hand as you approached. It didn’t feel especially right, but it also felt wrong to say that they’d argued their case well because they really hadn’t. You had a small stack of file folders that had been meant to deal with several lines of attack that you and Eric had spotted during the ‘opposition’ part of your planning.

Tucker, looking grim, just nodded and shook your hand, and then the others. Samantha was next in line and she looked more disgusted than grim, and her handshake was weak and limp-wristed.

Thomas just looked at your hand and went back to packing his bag.

“You guys kicked our butts,” Amanda said, maybe a little forcefully so that she rubbed it into the three hotheads of her intern team. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you very much,” you said. Her handshake was firm and decisive, and she made eye contact as she shook your hand.

Maeve was last in line at the table. She hadn’t said a single thing throughout any of the mock trial; hadn’t questioned a witness, made a statement, or lodged an objection. The British goth had, in fact, looked like she’d been doodling on her tablet for most of the last day and a half.

“Congratulations,” she said, standing up and shaking your hand quickly. “If we had approached you prior to the trial with a settlement of one-half the policy, would you have accepted?”

“Uh, possibly,” you said. “If this were a real civil case, probably. The only reason we wouldn’t have would have been because the Lawyers wanted to actually see us do some mock trial.”

She smirked and glanced at Amanda next to her. “Called it,” she said, then turned back to me. “Did you guys have a line of questioning to deal with the-”

“Maeve,” Amanda interrupted. “How about we do that stuff while we’re getting drinks? Thursday night, right?”

“Absolutely,” Sabrina said, next in line and shaking Amanda’s hand. “Looking forward to it. A lot.” She gave a little smirk of her own at that.

“Alright,” Maeve said, then looked right into your eyes intensely. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” you said sincerely.

For some reason, even though Amanda was the one with the extremely generous assets that you wanted to get your mouth and hands-on, it was Maeve that you suspected would be the wild fuck. It might have just been her Asperger’s, but her single-minded intensity gave her a bit of a ‘crazy girl’ vibe that made some unsaid promises.