Don Chema looked at her.
Then at the judge.
Then back at her.
“Legal counsel?”
Sofía turned toward him.
For the first time since entering the room, she smiled.
A tiny smile.
“Papá, did you really think all those years of law school were just so you could tell your friends your daughter was a lawyer?”
A few people laughed softly.
Don Chema covered his mouth.
He had always known Sofía practiced law.
What he hadn’t known was how far she had risen.
The prosecutor knew.
His expression had changed completely.
Judge Vargas studied the documents Sofía handed to the clerk.
“Federal criminal litigation?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“And financial crimes?”
“For the past eleven years.”
Principal Robles leaned toward his attorney.
His attorney whispered something urgently.
