The prosecution’s star witness was falling apart on the stand, and I could taste victory in the air.

“So let me understand this correctly, Ms. Chen.” I approached the witness box with measured steps, my heels clicking against marble like a countdown. “You claim you saw my client force himself on Ms. Ashford at approximately midnight on Friday, but your own credit card records show you made a purchase at Eclipse’s bar at 12:15 AM. From the main floor. Not the VIP section.”

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