And because you can’t bully a written record.”
For a second, the urge to scream flashed across her face. Instead, she pulled out her phone, tapped quickly, then flipped it face-down on the table as if to hide the screen. I might have missed it if my attorney, Elliot, hadn’t noticed too. His gaze flicked to her hand, then to mine.
“Don’t engage,” he continue reading …
