That day was turning out to be rather pleasant, Rachel thought. She did love her job. Dealing with clients, standing there and defending a vertain version of happenings, the thrill of the moment. The way she could use her powers in so many people at once, knowing their thoughts and opinions and them influencing everything so that it'd end up just like she wanted. Rachel loved winning. Rachel loved when things happened like she'd imagined.
She was wearing a suit that had been made to fit perfectly her body, her make-up was flawless yet discret, and her hair was falling on her shoulder in big waves. She knew that a good looking lawyer always made a good first impression. And she just loved looking her best.
It had been easy - easier than she thought. The evidence was clearly against her, but hey, the judge and the jury had weak minds. Filled with fears and insecurities and narrow-mindedness, it was like taking candy from a child. No, it was like making the child willingly give you the candy.
With a smug grin on her face, she walked down the stairs of the court house, rejoicing in her victory. The look in Simone's face had been something worth remembering. Slowly, she approached the police chief. "Hello, Weaver."