Bleeping split through the half-awake dreaming of the 29 year-old solicitor. Despite the relatively early hour, it was almost welcomed as it shattered...the young woman’s all too vivid nightmare.Since her victory last week, when the overly busty and not-too-bright trophy wife of a deceased millionaire had contested and won the complete ownership of all his stocks, funds and assets, to the deprivation of the man’s daughter, Candice had repeatedly had the same dream.As the verdict was read,. I tried to tell them several times during the proceedings what I had done and why. The only thing they wanted to know was I in league with anyone? Did I make the Bio-weapons to target the Middle Eastern Community on my own or were there others? These questions were the only ones to which the tribunal wanted to investigate.Was I guilty? This was finally asked by the head of the Tribunal. My lawyer threw a hissy-fit when I asked to speak directly to them. My speech was fairly short and I had to. He didn't get reelected the term before the trial ... I don't even remember if he ran. Anyway, he was in private practice when this particular opportunity presented itself.In 1950, a local mink rancher bought a product from a really big chemical company and was guaranteed the product wouldn't harm the mink but it would kill the particular mite the mink had.Mink coats were a status symbol at the time ... even a stole meant prestige and power. A full length coat cost thousands.This mink rancher. Here she was, renewing her interest in Will, and every day since her little escapade, Casey has been calling. She felt completely cornered and she totally regretted being so thoughtless and such a tramp. Who in their right mind does what she did? Casey just wasn’t getting the hint. She had a difficult time just blowing him off because she was an equal part of what caused the problem. However, she wanted to be completely free to finally focus on Will. She had been waiting so long and now it.