Warm On a Cold Night ★ JENLISA

Chapter 2

Jennie is the only one in the courtroom when she arrives with her steaming latte from Starbucks, ready and prepped for the bench trial scheduled for the next three days.

It should be easy.

She has a sympathetic client, there's no compelling evidence against him, and the ADA assigned to the case is new.

Very, very new.

It should be a cakewalk.

She sets up her files and notes on the table and checks her email for any last minute changes or notes before the courtroom starts filling up. The new ADA bustles in, already looking disheveled and frazzled. She stops and eyes Jennie like a deer in the headlights as she crosses the barrier and sets her files down.

"Kim," she nods, her voice shaky.

And Jennie offers a saccharine smile, that good kind of anxiety building up in her veins. "Kwon."

Jennie's phone buzzes in her hand and she stands to gather her client, the clerk already seated and taking notes before the evidence will begin. She leaves the courtroom and notices how the baby lawyer in the seat across from her takes a few deep, steadying breaths and tries to organize her notes.

She smirks. Yep, it's going to be a cakewalk.

Xx

The area just outside of security is full to the brim with people as Jennie waits to the side, searching for the familiar face of her client. Instead, she finds Lisa breezing through the attorney entrance with her files and her long legs and a pleasant, fake smile for the security guards there.

Jennie rolls her eyes.

How on earth did she let herself sleep with Lisa Manoban.

The woman is insufferable.

Sure, the orgasms were a welcome relief and wholly needed.

And actually kind of earth shattering.

But, Lisa?

That familiar frustration takes over again.
How on earth? She shakes her head and blames the alcohol and the loss.

It's done. It's over.

That was it.

Jennie situates her jacket and finds her client in the crowd, pulling her down the hall towards the courtroom and discussing strategy.

Lisa gone from her mind.

Xx

Jennie is in the middle of a well crafted, beautiful build up of questioning with the key witness when she hears the door to the courtroom squeak open. She glances up out of the corner of her eye and regrets it immediately.

Lisa walks up the aisle, buttoned up in a navy blue suit and her serious face on.

It's a credit to Jennie's preparation that she doesn't stumble over her words before turning her attention fully back to the woman on the witness stand.

What the fuck is Lisa doing here?

She pushes it from her mind, focusing on the line of questioning at hand and getting to the meat of her case stringing along the three questions that are most important, and then resting. When she turns to sit back down, Lisa's eyes flit up to catch hers.

There's no reaction, no acknowledgment.
Jennie sits and grabs her pen, ready to take notes on Eunbin's re-direct.

The re-direct that starts horribly and runs away with her quickly. Eunbin's questioning unravels from the first moment and she never recovers. Jennie would feel somewhat bad if it wasn't her case. If it wasn't a client who was, in her mind, innocent of the charges.