Staying Abreast of the Law

Almost four years ago, I found myself in an attorney’s conference room outside a Houston courtroom, half-undressed in a skirt suit and heels, trying to frantically pump over a brief lunch break during a week-long jury trial.  The door did not have a lock, so I shoved a chair against the door and hoped I would have enough time to shout — “THIS IS A PRIVATE MEETING!” — if anyone tried to walk in.

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