Emilia did not move. Instead, she stepped forward slightly and spoke again, her hands trembling but her words measured. “I studied law at the University of Salamanca. I completed two years before leaving to support my mother through cancer treatment. I am currently employed as a domestic worker in Mr Whitman’s residence, and I am familiar with the entirety of this case.”
The laughter died abruptly. The judge leaned forward, studying her carefully. “You understand the gravity of what you are asking.”
“Yes, Your Honor,” Emilia replied. “And I would not be standing here if I did not.”
Lucas turned slowly, staring at her in disbelief. He recognized her instantly. She was the quiet one who cleaned his office late at night, who always asked permission before touching a document, who listened more than she spoke. He had never once asked about her past.
Penelope shook her head. “She has no degree, no license, no standing.”
Emilia met her gaze steadily. “I have read every contract involved in this case, including the ones your clients altered after the fact.”