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“You haven’t even gone to trial yet,” Dominick countered.

“I’m telling you”—I ground my teeth—“we would have won without it.”

I would have done everything in my fucking power, but I did question if that would have been enough to persuade the jury. Hannah’s findings certainly made it easier, and now, I wouldn’t have to work so hard.

That changed nothing.

I wasn’t going to give her a goddamn medal for snooping through my files and bringing something to my attention that I would have figured out at some point anyway.

I brought the tumbler of scotch up to my lips. “Reassign her, I beg you.”

“Dude, relax.” Jenner rubbed my shoulder like he was a masseur. “You’ll survive, I promise.”

Dominick looked at Camden and added, “He’s been chirping since the moment we even mentioned he was getting an intern. If it wasn’t Hannah, he’d be bitching about someone else.”

“Not true.” I sighed. “She’s going to be the death of me.”

“I spent eighteen years under the same roof as her,” Camden said, checking o