Purple Summers finished questioning and sat down expressionless.
Ian Conner's heart pounded erratically, with sound effects like those from an arcade game popping into his head: K·O!
He cautiously observed the jury members' expressions, sensing the scales of justice tilting ever so slightly in his favor. What he needed to do now was to tip the balance even more his way!
Hold steady, whether I get on TV or not depends on this!
Ian Conner mentally cheered himself on.
"Your Honor, please allow my witness to testify," Purple Summers stood up and said, flipping through her documents methodically as she went through the procedure.
From Ian Conner's angle, he could see her profile clearly: her rosy cheeks had a hint of youthfulness, yet her demeanor was calm and composed, her presence solid as a rock.
He couldn't help sneering internally: She's not human...