Gemotions

She sat in the back row of the courtroom, arms crossed, a small smile playing on her lips. Across the aisle, Daniel, her former best friend, nervously adjusted his tie. He was the prosecuting attorney. He looked so serious, so earnest, the very picture of professional success. He didn't know he was arguing the case to a room where the key witness was her.

Clara traced the rim of her coffee cup. The case was hers to win or lose. They had barely spoken for years, a fight after a silly misunderstanding. She smiled. She had painstakingly manipulated events, leaked information, and steered the investigation precisely to this moment.

The judge called for order. She felt her heart thrum in her chest. Everything had fallen into place. She watched him present his case. His case! That she was responsible for.