And unlike Vanessa, he understood exactly how serious that was.
The judge opened the envelope.
The first document was a timeline.
The second was a collection of correspondence.
The third was much thicker.
A binder.
One I had spent months assembling.
Carefully.
Patiently.
Methodically.
The judge adjusted his glasses.
“What exactly am I looking at?”
I took a breath.
“Evidence showing that multiple exhibits submitted by opposing counsel contain serious irregularities.”
Blake stood immediately.
“Objection.”
