| On the Phone |
[01 Jul 2009|09:07pm] |
"You'll forgive me for not being scared."
Days like this made Jill wish she hadn't quit smoking. She remembered how a long drag of nicotine would calm her nerves and give her a momentary reprieve from the daily stresses of her job. Granted, that was a different job, but the longer Jill called the halls of the FBI Chicago Division on West Roosevelt home away from home, the more she realized being an agent was almost as stressful as being a lawyer.
Perhaps more so.
"I know exactly how they operate, Your Honor," she spoke into the black receiver, swiveling back and forth in her black leather chair. "Probably better than you realize. Trust me when I say you're gonna want to protect your grand jury -- mystically."
( Time for herself )
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