Chapter 10 - The Deposition
Two weeks later, Grant Bennett sat in a conference room at my attorney's office for his court-ordered civil deposition.
He looked ten years older, wearing a wrinkled suit that hung loosely off his stooped shoulders.
His expensive legal counsel sat beside him, looking thoroughly exhausted by his client's endless demands and arrogant outbursts.
"Mr. Bennett," Marcus Vance began, turning on the video recording equipment positioned on the table.
"Did you, on the night of December thirty-first, press a lit cigarette against Claire Bennett's stomach?"
Grant leaned toward the microphone, his eyes flashing with residual, bitter arrogance.
"She was disrespectful to me!" Grant snapped, ignoring his lawyer's desperate tug on his sleeve.
"I built my family on discipline and respect! She came into my son's life thinking her money gave her the right to talk down to us!"
"She was a arrogant, self-righteous corporate climber who needed to learn her place in a traditional household!"
Marcus Vance smiled faintly, making a quick notation on his pad.
"Thank you for that sworn statement, Mr. Bennett," Marcus said smoothly.
"You just admitted on video to intentionally applying a burning object to a six-month pregnant woman as a form of physical discipline."
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Grant's attorney slammed his hand over his face, letting out a long, audible groan of complete despair.
Grant froze, realizing too late that his own uncontrollable hubris had just sealed his fate in both criminal and civil court.
