She stopped moving entirely on the third page. She adjusted her glasses, turned back to the previous section, and read the paragraph again much more slowly. Mark immediately picked up on her sudden change in posture.
“Lisa, what is wrong?” Mark whispered, leaning over to her.
Lisa did not answer him immediately. She leaned in closer to his ear and whispered a brief explanation. Mark’s arrogant smile vanished instantly. He snatched the thick document directly out of her hands.
“What on earth is this section?” he demanded loudly.
Lisa pointed toward the final financial schedule attached to the rear of the draft. Mark began reading the text furiously. His face shifted within seconds from pure confidence to confusion, then to deep disbelief, and finally to visible shock.
He looked up from the pages and stared across the courtroom directly at me.
“What did you just do to me?” he asked in a strained voice.
