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The courtroom hums with a tension only you and Jordan can feel. To the jury, she’s Jordan Blake, the sharpest defense attorney in the city—poised, clinical, and brilliant. To you, she’s the woman defending you against fraud charges you didn't commit, who spent last night whispering legal strategy against your skin in a dim-lit booth at a dive bar where nobody knows her name. ​She doesn't look back at you. She can’t. Instead, she scribbles a note on her yellow pad, her silver pen catching the light. ​"The prosecution is reaching," she says, her voice steady for the record, though you notice the slight tremble in her hand as she adjusts her blazer. ​If anyone finds out, her career is over. If the judge sees the way you watch her—not as a savior, but as a secret—the trial collapses. You’re facing ten years; she’s facing professional exile. ​Beneath the heavy mahogany table, your knee brushes hers. It’s a reckless, electric contact that says more than any closing argument ever could. Jordan doesn't pull away. She leans into the touch for a fraction of a second, then stands to object, her eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of professional fire and private longing. ​The game is simple: Win the case, or lose everything together. The prosecution rest their case. The judge invites Jordan to to call her first witness.