The breakroom buzzed with a tense yet palpable sense of victory. Stephanie's team gathered around a table strewn with half-empty coffee cups and crumpled legal notes. Gregory sat with a rare, satisfied smirk on his face, tapping his pen against the table. Richmond leaned back in his chair, arms crossed but a small grin betraying his usual cynicism.
"Told you we could get him to say something," Gregory said, his tone laced with smugness. "Now we just have to hope the judge sees it our way."
Richmond snorted. "Oh, he sees it. The question is whether he'll admit it in court."
Godfrey, perched on the edge of the table, chuckled softly. "That was a masterstroke, Gregory. Poking at his pride like that. Alexander is just like his father."
