Highline hotel, 24th floor, Suite A
Jackie Harland.
Austin Steel couldn't help but take a relieved breath. "Your Honor, some new evidence has just been handed to me. I will need time to verify it."
"What new evidence?" the opposing attorney asked louder than he should have.
"I believe I can prove Miss James is quite alive. I ask…no, I beg the court for a continuance. Miss James' grandfather wanted her to have it all, and we owe it to her to at least… "
"How much time?" Judge Hawthorn asked.
"A month, Your Honor."
"A month!" Bradley shouted. "Your Honor, my clients have waited six months already."
"Two weeks and not a day more," said the Judge. "I want this trial over and done with before I am old enough to retire." He banged his gavel once, stood up, and left the room.
Frustrated, Mathew slammed his fist on the table.
"Ah, poor baby. Another two weeks," Laura mocked. She stood up and smoothed the wrinkles out of her red skirt.
"Whose side are you on, Laura?"
She cunningly smiled. "My side, Darling."