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converted into a neatly made bed. Midway back from the cockpit was an oak conference table with a single place setting consisting of a monogrammed linen napkin, a crystal glass filled with ice water, another glass for the orange juice in a crystal pitcher, and silverware that Amanda was willing to bet was real silver.
Amanda had gone to college in the Bay Area and law school in Manhattan, so she wasn't totally ignorant of fashion, but the woman sitting across from the solitary setting was obviously an expert. She wore black Manolo Blahnik slingback pumps, black crepe pants, and a gray tweed Donna Karan belted jacket with black trim. A gold link necklace graced her neck, gold earrings dangled from her ears, and she told time on a Cartier tank watch. Next to her on an empty seat was a large black leather Prada hobo bag. Brice's nails were manicured, her makeup was perfect, and her hair looked as if a stylist had just worked on it. No one would ever guess that she'd flown a redeye cross-country.
Thank you for coming, Ms. Jaffe, Brice said.
Nifty wheels, Amanda answered as she completed her survey of the Gulfstream's interior.
I like it. Can I offer you orange juice, coffee?
Amanda slid into the seat with the place setting. Orange juice would be great, and I bet your chef can whip up a latte.
Single or double? Brice asked as an amused smile creased her lips.
Amanda smiled back. A double, please.
Brice looked up at Jennifer Gates, who poured Amanda a glass of orange juice then walked to the back of the plane to place her order for a latte.
Now that I' m suitably impressed, do you want to tell me what's going on?
Do the names Gabriel Sun or Charlie Marsh mean anything to you?
Satan's Guru! Of course I know who he is. The trial of Sally Pope was my father's biggest case.
Mr. Marsh is returning to Oregon to face the charge that he murdered Congressman Arnold Pope Jr. I would like you to represent him. You'll be paid a five-hundred-thousand-dollar retainer. If the retainer is insufficient to cover your time, additional fees will be provided.
Amanda had been given some large retainers, but nothing like this. It took all of her courtroom training to keep her excitement from showing.
Why is World News willing to fund Gabriel Sun's defense? she asked.
It's not. Do you remember Mr. Marsh's best-seller?
The Light Within You? Of course. I was in college when my father defended Sally Pope. I'll bet every student at Berkeley read that book.
I've negotiated a contract with Charlie's old publisher on his behalf for a new book; an autobiography that will take up where his first book left off. Charlie will tell all about the shooting at the Westmont Country Club, his flight to Africa, his life in Batanga, and his trial the trial you will conduct.
Brice leaned forward slightly and locked eyes with Amanda.
There's no question that Charlie's new book will be a best-seller. Everyone in America will read it, and you will become the best-known criminal defense attorney in the country. Are you interested, Ms. Jaffe?
Brice leaned back and let her pronouncement sink in.
Of course I' m interested, Amanda said just as Brice's chef appeared with her pancakes. Jennifer Gates was following a few steps behind, carrying Amanda's latte.
The Pope case had made her father's reputation. The trial of Sally Pope and the continuing saga of Charlie Marsh's flight to Africa had dominated the airwaves for more than a year. Amanda was already famous in Oregon and she was known in professional circles outside of the state but she would become a household name in every state in the Union if she defended Satan's Guru.
What's your relationship to Charlie Marsh? Amanda asked as she poured hot maple syrup over the stack.
It's strictly professional.
Then what are you getting out of this? Amanda asked before taking her first bite.
Exclusive access. He's agreed to speak only to World News and to permit us to embed one of our reporters in your defense team
Amanda had gone to college in the Bay Area and law school in Manhattan, so she wasn't totally ignorant of fashion, but the woman sitting across from the solitary setting was obviously an expert. She wore black Manolo Blahnik slingback pumps, black crepe pants, and a gray tweed Donna Karan belted jacket with black trim. A gold link necklace graced her neck, gold earrings dangled from her ears, and she told time on a Cartier tank watch. Next to her on an empty seat was a large black leather Prada hobo bag. Brice's nails were manicured, her makeup was perfect, and her hair looked as if a stylist had just worked on it. No one would ever guess that she'd flown a redeye cross-country.
Thank you for coming, Ms. Jaffe, Brice said.
Nifty wheels, Amanda answered as she completed her survey of the Gulfstream's interior.
I like it. Can I offer you orange juice, coffee?
Amanda slid into the seat with the place setting. Orange juice would be great, and I bet your chef can whip up a latte.
Single or double? Brice asked as an amused smile creased her lips.
Amanda smiled back. A double, please.
Brice looked up at Jennifer Gates, who poured Amanda a glass of orange juice then walked to the back of the plane to place her order for a latte.
Now that I' m suitably impressed, do you want to tell me what's going on?
Do the names Gabriel Sun or Charlie Marsh mean anything to you?
Satan's Guru! Of course I know who he is. The trial of Sally Pope was my father's biggest case.
Mr. Marsh is returning to Oregon to face the charge that he murdered Congressman Arnold Pope Jr. I would like you to represent him. You'll be paid a five-hundred-thousand-dollar retainer. If the retainer is insufficient to cover your time, additional fees will be provided.
Amanda had been given some large retainers, but nothing like this. It took all of her courtroom training to keep her excitement from showing.
Why is World News willing to fund Gabriel Sun's defense? she asked.
It's not. Do you remember Mr. Marsh's best-seller?
The Light Within You? Of course. I was in college when my father defended Sally Pope. I'll bet every student at Berkeley read that book.
I've negotiated a contract with Charlie's old publisher on his behalf for a new book; an autobiography that will take up where his first book left off. Charlie will tell all about the shooting at the Westmont Country Club, his flight to Africa, his life in Batanga, and his trial the trial you will conduct.
Brice leaned forward slightly and locked eyes with Amanda.
There's no question that Charlie's new book will be a best-seller. Everyone in America will read it, and you will become the best-known criminal defense attorney in the country. Are you interested, Ms. Jaffe?
Brice leaned back and let her pronouncement sink in.
Of course I' m interested, Amanda said just as Brice's chef appeared with her pancakes. Jennifer Gates was following a few steps behind, carrying Amanda's latte.
The Pope case had made her father's reputation. The trial of Sally Pope and the continuing saga of Charlie Marsh's flight to Africa had dominated the airwaves for more than a year. Amanda was already famous in Oregon and she was known in professional circles outside of the state but she would become a household name in every state in the Union if she defended Satan's Guru.
What's your relationship to Charlie Marsh? Amanda asked as she poured hot maple syrup over the stack.
It's strictly professional.
Then what are you getting out of this? Amanda asked before taking her first bite.
Exclusive access. He's agreed to speak only to World News and to permit us to embed one of our reporters in your defense team
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