Rain walked down the hallway and arrived at courtroom 3B just as recess was called. Prosecutor Karl Brown, a burly man with greying hair and a commanding presence, was standing by the bench, discussing something with one of the investigators.
Rain approached him, clearing her throat to get his attention. "Prosecutor Brown?"
He turned to her, his expression neutral but guarded. "Yes?"
"I'm Rain Clayton, the new prosecutor in the office downstairs," she began. "I noticed you swapped one of my cases with this one." She handed him the file. "I'd like to take it back."
Karl looked at the file, then back at Rain, his expression unreadable. "You're the new kid on the block, huh? Let me guess, you think you can handle something bigger than the shoplifting cases and minor assaults?"
Rain didn't flinch. "I know I can handle it. And I don't appreciate having my cases reassigned without my consent."
