That night, Sabina sat alone in her penthouse, the streams muted. She poured a whiskey—neat, the way Leo liked it. She opened a drawer in her nightstand. Inside, wrapped in a silk cloth, was a small, heavy object she had told no one about, not even Romy.
Romy had given the final statement two hours ago. Now, the stream showed a split screen: the empty jury box on the left, Sabina’s face on the right. Below, a scrolling chat log moved faster than human eyes could read.
Sabina had learned to ignore the poll. She focused on her lawyer, the legendary Romy Hart, a woman whose closing arguments had their own reaction channel.
Sabina held her breath. She wasn’t just waiting for a verdict. She was waiting for a rating.
She held it for a long time. Then she put it back.
That night, Sabina sat alone in her penthouse, the streams muted. She poured a whiskey—neat, the way Leo liked it. She opened a drawer in her nightstand. Inside, wrapped in a silk cloth, was a small, heavy object she had told no one about, not even Romy.
Romy had given the final statement two hours ago. Now, the stream showed a split screen: the empty jury box on the left, Sabina’s face on the right. Below, a scrolling chat log moved faster than human eyes could read.
Sabina had learned to ignore the poll. She focused on her lawyer, the legendary Romy Hart, a woman whose closing arguments had their own reaction channel.
Sabina held her breath. She wasn’t just waiting for a verdict. She was waiting for a rating.
She held it for a long time. Then she put it back.
