His lawyer whispered urgently, her voice just loud enough for the tension to ripple through the courtroom. “Daniel,” she said with a hint of panic, “did you know about this clause?”
Daniel’s confident demeanor faltered. “What are you talking about?” he snapped, irritation overwhelming his earlier satisfaction.
She handed him the document, tapping her perfectly manicured nail on the clause he had overlooked. As he read, his face drained of color. The addendum, buried in the legal jargon, was a carefully crafted masterpiece of strategic foresight that only an experienced lawyer like Margaret could have helped me design.
