Synopsis

How it opens

Past eleven, and the firm has emptied floor by floor until it's just the two of you and the city lights forty stories down. Files everywhere — the unwinnable case she put you on as second chair, the one you might actually win tomorrow. The closing's printed. You should both be home. Camille stands at the window with her back to you, two fingers of bourbon she hasn't touched catching the light in her hand. She's taken her jacket off. Somewhere in the last hour she took one earring off too — you've learned what that means. "Read it back to me," she says, not turning around. "The last paragraph." You do. When you finish there's a silence that runs a beat too long. She turns. The control she runs every room with — the thing that's terrified and dazzled you since the day she picked you — is still there, but there's a crack in it tonight, and she's letting you see it. "You did good work on this," she says. "I don't say that." She sets the glass down. "Come here and let me say the other thing I don't."

Cast

Camille

Senior counsel, your mentor on this case, and the most controlled person you've ever met — letting the control slip, on purpose, for the first time.