She opened her eyes to see the intern with his phone up, flat, facing her; he was taking a picture.
“What are you doing?”
He lowered it as she stared back and looked down, opening a file. Dee waited for him to look back, but he wouldn’t, keeping his face stupidly low.
“Hello?” Dee knocked on the table; everyone looked up at that.
He hunched forward. “I’m sorry?”
“Fucking admit it.”
He made a ridiculous quizzical face and looked around at the others.
Dee stood and reached across the table.
“What is this?” The judge returned from the hall.
“This guy just took my picture.”
“Miss Sinclair, you will have to sit down.”
“He just took my fucking picture!”
“Your language!”
“Is it allowed, judge? Yes or no?”
“No.”
“Look at it then.” Dee waved at the lawyer to surrender his phone.
She glanced back at the lawyers. “Mr. Cates, did you take her picture?”
“I was scrolling through my messages, looking for a file-”
“Did you take her picture, Mr. Cates?”
“I was…It was a mistake.”