Today was ignition.
Micah leaned closer. “You went hard on Charleston.”
“She went harder,” Lila replied. “No flinch.”
“That DA, though,” Micah said. “His optics are perfect. He’s going to test well.”
Lila’s eyes flicked toward the courthouse feed on the monitor. The replay looped again—Reid standing just beside Eleanor, shoulders squared, moving closer the second Lila pressed.
“Did you see that?” she asked.
Micah frowned. “See what?”
“The way he moved in when I went for her.”
“Calloway?” Micah glanced at the screen. “He’s the DA. He was doing his job.” A beat. “But yeah. Maybe.”
If she didn’t know better, Lila would say Eleanor Harper had a type.
Men across the aisle.
Men who could tilt a case if they leaned the right way.
“In Charleston, it was the ADA,” she said lightly. “Now it’s the DA. Opposing counsel really does bring out her best work.”
Micah shot her a look. “You cannot be serious.”
Something colder slipped into her smile.
“If it’s a pattern,” she said softly, almost to herself, “Eleanor Harper just handed us the next chapter.”
She looked back at the screen.
“A defense attorney with a secret and a DA who wants to protect her?”
Her smile widened.
“That’s not a story, Micah. That’s a blockbuster.”
The numbers climbed again.
Fifty-six thousand.
Then sixty.
Across the square, a rival podcast crew angled their camera toward the courthouse steps—scavengers waiting to pick at the scraps.
Lila lowered her voice.
“We need something bigger before they do.”
Micah hesitated. “Bigger how?”
“Immersive,” she said.
“We’ve been telling the story. Now we let the audience step inside it.”
Micah blinked. “You mean a reenactment?”
