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"And your determination to believe they're true doesn't make it so," Jennifer snapped, throwing his words back at him. "I don't know you, and I damn sure don't know the people who gathered this defamatory conjecture." She flicked a corner of the folder. "Let's face it, Mr. McCall. If any of this was provable in court, you wouldn't be sitting here across from me at a restaurant table. You would be meeting with the DA or SEC."

"That's where you're wrong," Scott said, a cruel satisfaction glinting in his eyes. "It's amazing how the court of public opinion will try and convict someone much swifter than a court of law."