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.”
The woman’s face flushed red. She was young, probably paid well for her testimony, and clearly hadn’t expected anyone to dig into the details of her story.
“I… the times might be approximate—”
“Approximate.” I let the word hang in the courtroom air like an accusation. “Ms Chen, you’re under oath. Are you telling this co
