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There was a brief recess from the trial, so the group took the time to go to lunch.
While Stephanie showed a measure of confidence in her healthy appetite, Amy picked at her food. She was terrified of the prospect of testifying again - and somehow, she sensed she would be called to do so again.
"We're winning," the brunette said with a bright smile. A feeling of excitement swept over her. Her anger and disdain toward her father had been pushed to the forefront, her fear slipping away.
"You really think so, Stephanie?" Stacy asked.
"Definitely." The response was strong and firm, confidence in her blue eyes as she met those of Jay. "Don't you agree, Miles?"
"It's still early to tell, but I would say yes," the attorney replied.
"Well, even so," Amy cut in, "I can't wait until it's all over." She hugged her arms around herself after pushing aside her plate.
Adam wrapped a protective arm around her waist.
"I really don't want to have to take the witness stand again."
"You did fine up there last time, baby," the tall blond man assured her.
The redhead shut her eyes tightly, recalling the way Vince's lawyer had made her feel.
"Even so, I don't want to have to testify again."
"You probably won't have to," Prescott spoke up. "Before the recess, we were about to get into Vince's penchant for using the women in the company for his own personal pleasure... In which case, Trish and Stacy would again be called to the witness stand." Miles took a quick sip of his coffee before continuing. "You haven't had a storyline with him, so you wouldn't be called."
Amy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Even if you *were*, you'd do just fine," Adam reassured her. He kissed her on the temple as Stephanie spoke again.
"Listen to your husband, Amy - he's a smart man." She smiled slightly as she turned back to meet Jay's eyes. "As for Irvine - he doesn't have a leg to stand on. Not after the testimony Amy, Stacy, Eddy and myself have given. Once I beat my father in this case and get the company, he's toast."
The redhead looked up sharply at her friend.
"He'll be history," the brunette continued, all traces of amusement leaving her face. Her blue eyes were cold. "I will be *more* than happy to personally fire him myself."
*
Vince swallowed the huge, hard lump in his throat, hating the fear he was feeling. Somehow, he sensed he was losing, and it was anything but pleasant. Vincent Kennedy McMahon was not accustomed to such a concept.
"Oh, stop worrying," Dana Finley said, a measure of self-confidence on her face. She glanced from Chris to Vince, folding her hands on the table. They were in a modest coffee shop a block away from the courthouse. "I've got everything under control."
Jericho didn't utter a word, as he too still felt confident about his own future. The Chairman of the WWE, however, was another story.
"'Under control?!'" Vince barked. "You've got everything 'under control'?! Dana, we're screwed!" He lowered his voice considerably as people nearby were beginning to stare. "My bitch of a daughter brings up this sexual harassment crap, and you think you've got everything '*under control*?!'"
"Calm down, Vince," Finley said evenly. "She can't touch you. You've got *me* - *me*! I'll have her bawling like a baby, just like I had that Keibler girl doing." The Woman smirked, pleased with herself.
"You'd *better*," Vince said in a low, menacing tone, "because if I lose this case and my company,
it'll be *your* ass."