Felicia took a long drag off her cigarette. “Your honour, I’m counsel for the defendant.”
Judge Green looked unimpressed. “Counsellor, you are aware this is a non-smoking building, yes?”
Felicia exhaled smoke slowly. She hoped the affectation, the effect of billowing smoke, added a certain atmosphere and would deflect attention from her client who was guilty of everything she was accused of (and so much more).
“Counsellor? Get rid of that cigarette. Now.”
This isn’t working. Switch to Plan B.
“Your honour, my client throws herself on the court’s mercy.”
“Hey!” Felicia’s client wasn’t thrilled with the new strategy.
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