After Soren's tactical display and clapback, the court took another recess.
.....
"That, my friend, was impressive." Devon complimented.
He took a drag of his cigarette, smiling. "I did not even need to bring out my secret weapon. Are you sure you won't consider becoming a lawyer?"
Soren shook his head. "That's flattering, but I..." He looked away. "I don't think bending the law is exactly the kind of thing I'm made for."
"Are you sure?" Devon puffed out smoke. "You could have fooled me, you know." He looked at Soren with a peculiar gaze.
"You know what? How about this. I'll just leave you with my card instead." He dug a hand into his jacket and brought out a card.
"Even if you don't want to be a lawyer, I have a feeling you might make me a lot of money in the future."
Soren collected the card. He understood what Devon was implying. "You think I'll get into more trouble?"
