Murder in Beverly hills

The air in the conference room crackled with a tension thicker than the smog outside. My name is Amy Rutten, and I’ve clawed my way to this moment. Years in law school, every late night, every obscure legal text devoured – it all led here. Today, they would announce who would lead the Menendez murder case, the one that had gripped Beverly Hills.
“Remember how I told you today can change my whole life?” I’d meant it. I knew I was the best, but then Kira’s voice sliced through the anticipation, grating on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard.
“Came here to lose, darling?” she sneered. I just smiled, a sweet, cold smile, and reminded her of her own recent blunders. The captain finally spoke, holding the envelope that contained my destiny, or hers. My heart hammered. Just say the name already, God damn it!
