"…Just like a magic trick only works, if the audience allows themselves to be fooled. Don't let yourselves be fooled. See through Mr. Haller's parlor tricks…see through them– to the truth." Freeman stated strongly.

Not only was Andrea Freeman one of the best prosecutors in the streets of Los Angeles, but Mickey had yet to prevail against the crime-stopping mogul in a courtroom, and quite frankly that worried him. Freeman's job was to successfully point Lisa out as a bad apple, and based on the woman's rather moving words, the defendant was slowly rotting. In just nine minutes and fifty-four seconds, Freeman had the jury hooked like mackerels. Those in favor of seeing Lisa behind bars would more than likely deem the prosecutor's closing statement as powerful, and those opposed would consider it cut-throat. Alas, Haller was no novice to her legal tactics. He knew that Freeman went to extraordinary lengths to ensure that when the jury went to bed tonight, the only thing they would be dreaming about was Ms. Trammell's future prison sentence.

One point for Freeman, zero points for Haller.

The clock read 4:30 PM, and Judge Medina finally adjourned the hearing for the evening. Mickey rose from the council table with Lisa in tow, and he couldn't help but shoot Freeman a glare of disdain for the little stunt she pulled. If looks could kill, the lawyer would be six feet underground right about now.

First, the judge made her exit, followed by the gallery, the jury, the court clerk and so forth. The last to stick around were the council and their clients, but Mickey quickly grew tired of breathing in the same air as his counterpart of a prosecutor. With a light touch of Lisa's lower back, he ushered her out of the courtroom and into the waiting area.

"Mickey, I-" Lisa began.

However, before the brunette could utter another sentence, he raised his finger as an indication for her to hush, silently reminding her not to jeopardize her own case. As many times as the defense attorney reiterated the importance of confidentiality, the chef somehow always managed to let it slip through one pretty ear and out of the other. Mickey then decided that it might be in their best interests to find a private chamber in the courthouse for them to consult with each other.

Upon walking towards the Attorney Meeting Room, he spotted two familiar legs and a pair of black pumps clicking eagerly against the polished floors. It was his second ex-wife and current paralegal coming to give him shit about preparing for his closing statement the following day, but he immediately shut it down.

"Some other time, Lorna. I need to take care of something." Mickey interjected the blonde as he reached for the handle of the meeting room, opening it. He let Lisa enter the secluded area and eventually he followed suit.

Lisa fidgeted with her hands and the soft fabric of her sleeves as she entered the meeting room. She was apprehensive, upset, and paranoid all at once. It felt like her mind was traveling at a million different speeds, and she was practically on the verge of having a panic attack. She didn't expect today's hearing to plummet like it did, especially after all of Mickey's unwavering efforts. If tomorrow was going to be anything like what just happened, then Freeman was going to eat her up and spit her out 'lawyer' style.

With her back facing towards Mickey, Lisa pressed her lips together in an attempt to stifle a shaky breath, but it was to no avail. The chef put her hands on the curve of her hips, trying to steady her emotions; alas, her resolve weakened. Tears brewed in her eyes, and she sensed a heavy knot in her throat that twisted with every negative thought. Grabbing at her chest, her heart thumped in a morbid rage. It felt like she was suffocating in her own body; like the walls were caving in around her.

"I'm sorry, I'm just…finding it difficult to breathe at the moment." Lisa managed to croak out.

While Mickey could have easily comforted her, he allowed her to briefly experience the turmoil for the mere purpose of emotional purging. Instead, he sat on the edge of the table, processing the recent events himself. Finally, Lisa turned to face him.

"Oh, Jesus I could go to prison tomorrow, Mickey." She whispered nervously.

"Hey, hey…I'm…Lisa I'm doing everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen." Mickey reassured her as he stood from the edge of the table. "Okay?" He added with a gentle grab of her slender hands.

Out of nowhere, the couple began to exchange silent stares of lust and passion. Their conversation was discontinued, and the sensual tension in the room was dancing to a tune only the two of them recognized. The empty space between them narrowed, and their furnacing breaths were starting to take its rightful place. With a delicate bite of her bottom lip, Lisa leaned forward, allowing the attorney to capture her mouth fervently.

Mickey tugged the chef towards him; the round of her breasts pressing against the flat of his chest like the most perfect puzzle piece. His skillful hand sifted through dark, silken locks as the kiss began to gradually deepen. Eventually, Lisa's hands found themselves coiled around Mickey's sides, and she held onto him for dear life as if a correctional officer was about to burst into the room to take her away at any given moment. Without noticing, the strap of Lisa's purse started to slide off her shoulder and down her arm, not even caring that the accessory fell onto the carpet– she had better things to concern herself with than to assess the damage of her cherry chapstick or her half-eaten gum slice at the bottom of her bag.

Lisa felt the tip of Mickey's tongue resting at the entrance of her mouth, and she welcomed the muscle that she'd gotten to know well many pozoles ago. The attorney moaned against her lips as their tongues slithered together in a sweet vigor, eliciting grateful sounds from the brunette. Lisa could feel Mickey's erection prodding her through his trousers and she relished in the swell of it as they made out passionately in the small meeting room. Pulling away to catch her breath, she gave Mickey a look of longing that clearly told him that she needed to be fucked at his earliest convenience.

Kissing her again but only chastely, Mickey stepped away for a moment to simply lock the door of the meeting room in case someone tried to take a classic stroll into the area and find the attorney with his face between his client's legs. He couldn't have anyone discovering his preexisting relationship with Lisa, otherwise that could tarnish the entire trial. He liked Lisa a great deal, but he liked his reputation just a tad bit more.

With a click of the door, Lisa felt her stomach flutter in anticipation. Mickey was one of many things, but leaving a woman dissatisfied was most certainly not the kind of man that he was; he proved that to her on the first night they met after the restaurant tour.

When Mickey returned to her, he immediately scooped the brunette off of her heels, and around his waist briefly, until he walked her towards the wooden table and sat her down on the edge of it. Lisa felt him maneuver his body in between her thighs, and he leaned down to capture her lips intensely. The kiss was so breathtakingly hard, that Lisa had to use the palm of her hands to stop herself from falling backwards and onto the rigid surface behind her. She chuckled through the kiss softly, but it was soon replaced by a sigh when she felt Mickey slip one of his hands beneath her taupe-colored blouse, and underneath her bra. The attorney kneaded her breast firmly, causing the chef to wriggle against the table in a wanton need. He separated their lips just to watch the salacious expressions bubble up in Lisa's face, and he was not disappointed.

If only he had a mirror to show her just how beautiful she looked as he pinched and twisted her stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger, or how her mouth would occasionally go agape whenever he knew that all of her blood had rushed straight to her pussy when he touched her a certain way, or when she writhed involuntarily in a desperate plea to ride him; he spent plenty of time studying Lisa, and in just the very little time they've gotten to experience one another, he already earned his PhD in pleasing her.

Lisa whined at the loss of contact but when he gently pushed her thighs apart, she couldn't help but assume what would be coming next– her that is. She looked down, watching with a stern focus as Mickey located the zipper of her pleated gray trousers. In one talented pull of the material, the attorney peeled them from her waistline, and down her smooth legs. His eyes immediately darted at the thin lace that was barely covering a gorgeous mound and based off of the woman's alluring scent and overall body language, he knew that she was drenched.

"Do you think you can keep that pretty mouth shut, Querida?" The attorney asked with a smug smirk of his lips. He knew that Lisa had a difficult time staying quiet during situations like these, but the thought of her attempting to silence herself aroused him.

Lisa sighed at his question before biting her lip and nodding despite them both having the knowledge of her inability to keep quiet. As if encouraging him, Lisa found herself lifting her hips off the table slightly, enough for Mickey to loop his fingers around her underwear before dragging the flimsy fabric down her legs and throwing it across the room. The chef felt a guttural stir of her stomach when she noticed how encapsulated the attorney had become by the slick flesh between her thighs. There he was, eyeing her pussy like it was the next best morsel on her restaurant's menu.

Mickey crouched down until he was eye-level with Lisa's lower body. With a brush of his hands, he gripped her smooth, supple thighs, forcing her legs to rest against the blades of his shoulder. She nearly felt bad that her heels were stabbing into his back, but the attorney didn't seem to mind much.

Lisa gripped the edge of the wood beneath her as she darted her eyes down at the show Mickey would soon put on; it wasn't long before she felt his tongue flicking out for the first taste, and she sighed gratefully at the feeling of it.

Mickey dragged the flat of his tongue between her soft slit, humming at the wetness that he already managed to capture in his mouth. He repeated the ministrations of casually licking her up and down, until he noticed by the gentle tug of his hair that she had enough of him teasing her.

"Mickey…stop doing that." Lisa whispered in a desperate need for him to eat her pussy properly.

"Whatever do you mean, Mamacita?" The attorney asked with a devilish smirk of his lips as he continued to playfully glide his tongue over the length of her core.

"You know what I-" She bucked her hips in surprise when she felt his tongue graze over her sensitive clit, and she had to stop herself from face-fucking him altogether.

"—Fuck, you know what I mean…" She said in a needy whisper before licking her dry lips. Though all of her disappointment suddenly vanished when she finally felt the attorney get to work.

With the spread of his fingers, Mickey separated Lisa's folds, delving his tongue into her sweet canal. He moaned, sending vibrations throughout the brunette's body, relishing in the way that she writhed from the strokes of his wet muscle. He was doing it just the way that she liked with such fervor and enthusiasm.

Lisa choked on her own words, as she tilted her head to the ceiling, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly parted, with the softness of her hair curtaining over her shoulders. She sighed quietly, trying not to let all of the judicial system hear the way she cursed and cried out for Mickey to make her cum like he often did.

"Oh my God…M-Mickey…"

The chef could quite literally hear the wet, sucking noises emanating from between her thighs. She knew that if she looked down, she was going to come undone, so she wanted to hold off a bit longer. She could feel his tongue vigorously against her pussy, lighting a fire deep inside of her core. Everything felt like an absolute euphoric blur, even though she had been in this position galore. Between his skillful tongue, and her moaning, she wasn't going to be able to push through without utterly losing herself. The way he curled his tongue and clasped onto her clit, she knew she was at the very pinnacle of an orgasm.

"Mickey...I'm...I'm going to-"

"No, me digas. Muéstramelo, Cariño." Mickey responded while her pussy was lodged between his lips. He told her to show him instead of telling him, and that was precisely what the chef was going to do.

Lisa dug her nails into his scalp, yanking his short hair further towards the apex of her thighs, banning him from any oxygen for the time being. Arching her back on the table, she squeezed her legs together, causing her smooth thighs to press against the stubble of his face. She then used her free hand to balance herself on the surface behind her.

"Fuck! Mickey, I'm cumming!" She warned before she felt her body go completely rigid. Lisa came against the attorney's mouth, and the man didn't let any of her juices go to waste.

Mickey lapped up every ounce of her cum, allowing the warm substance to enter his mouth, and taking it excitedly down his throat. He knew that her release had mazed its way to the short hair on his face, and he basked in it. Pulling away from her dripping core, he licked the corners of his mouth. The tip of his tongue popped like Fourth of July fireworks as he consumed the remnants of the brunette.

When the attorney looked up, his heart swelled at the glorious sight of Lisa. Her chest was heaving, mouth wide open, and her body was slumped against the table in a feeble attempt to hold herself upright.

"You taste just as sweet as that flan you made me; you know that, Querida?" He asked before planting a kiss on her inner thigh. Mickey heard Lisa give a halfhearted laugh as he unraveled her legs from around his shoulders and stood to his feet soon after. She was still trying to catch her breath from her prior orgasm, but that didn't stop her from guiding herself from her sitting position on the table.

With a quick turn of her hips, Mickey forced Lisa over the table; her ass facing towards him while the flat of her stomach was pressed against the hard surface. She turned her head slightly to try and catch a glimpse, but her hair veiled her. Instead, she settled on listening to the faint sounds of Mickey unbuckling his pants, and that alone told her quite the tale.

Lisa gasped when she felt the attorney tangle his fingers in her hair, jerking her head back slightly. The brunette moaned softly and gripped the edge of the table as best she could, preparing herself for her ultimate ruin.

"You know…for a woman who enjoys giving direction in the kitchen, you're awfully quiet." He teased as his erection flung open, hitting the curve of Lisa's ass, and causing her heart to palpitate. He allowed his trousers to pool around his ankles, before fully stepping out of them.

"I've told you…when I want something, I'm very focused." Lisa reminded.

"Are you sure you're focused? You seem a little tense, chef." He retorted with a smirk before holding the side of Lisa's hips, positioning himself behind her perfectly.

Lisa licked her lips in anticipation, as she started to feel the tip of Mickey's cock outline her entrance in a tease. Gosh, she hated when the bastard did that.

"Yeah, well keep on teasing me like this and I guarantee you, that'll be your last bowl of pozole." Lisa sighed in frustration as she tried to push herself against the front of him, but -of course- he stilled her movements.

"You know how much I love your pozole." Mickey replied ever so casually, as if he wasn't a second away from fucking Lisa until she was left with only an inch of her sanity. However, his grip on her hair grew tighter, and he pressed his hardened member against her backside, her breath hardly catching.

"Pero no tanto como amo este coño." He added in a small whisper right before thrusting his hips forward and sinking into an extremely wet pussy.

Lisa arched her back, aiding with the friction by grinding herself against the full length of Mickey's engorging cock. She first maintained a steady rhythm, loving the way the attorney held onto her hair and hips as she helped work the familiar appendage between her legs. He was stroking the most perfect spots within her, and the more he fucked her, the more he sought out new ones.

"Fuck, Mickey…" Lisa gasped and moaned with parted lips, relishing in the sticky, sucking noises that were emanating from her pussy. She could feel herself dripping down her smooth legs, and she knew that Mickey could feel it too. Her moans began to echo throughout the meeting room, and Mickey loosened the grip on her hair to cover the brunette's mouth.

"Shh...Silencio Mi Amor. You don't want Judge Medina walking in here, and seeing my dick in my client's tight pussy, do you?" He asked, making Lisa choke on her own spit. He chuckled at the chef's reaction.

His words only made Lisa want to fuck him deeper and harder, and with that thought, she stuck her ass out even further, beckoning him to take her with more interest. Mickey wasted no time slamming into her, their slick skin colliding into each other with such passion and intensity. Lisa's moans continued to reverberate throughout the room, and at that point, neither of them cared about how loud they were being. Mickey was a smart man; if anyone knew how to get someone out of a jam, he was the perfect guy for the job.

Lisa gripped the table so hard, that she could feel her nails slowly chipping away from all of the scratching she was doing. Loud, fervent smacks suffocated the atmosphere, and Mickey was putting in more overtime than the average court case. Towering over Lisa's back, he began to whisper sweet nothings in the brunette's ear as he proceeded to thrust into her even faster.

"Mierda, estás tan mojada. I love getting lost inside you, Cariño. Este coño me pertenece. ¿Lo entiendes?" Mickey whispered as he drew Lisa towards her second orgasm for the afternoon.

Lisa could only make out very few of his flirtatious statements, because she was too busy trying to prolong her own release. Unsuccessful, the brunette convulsed against the table, her walls clenching firmly around Mickey's cock, and squeezing the absolute life out of him.

"Fuck, Lisa…" Mickey muttered under his breath as he moaned behind her. The attorney knew that he could handle a little more, but he wasn't sure if Lisa was up for another challenge. "You alright, Querida?" He sputtered out as he slowly extracted his member from between Lisa's legs.

Leaning up from the table quite wobbly, Lisa turned around and grabbed ahold of his maroon tie, enough to pull him towards her for a passionate kiss. They nearly bumped foreheads, but all was forgiven when she felt the attorney's arms wrap around her waist, holding her tightly against him. He attacked her lips like a shark out of water, and she moaned into his mouth as she ran her hands across his back, shoulders and neck. She could still taste the remnants of her release on his lips, and it prompted her to slip her tongue into his mouth to savor the rest of it.

Without preamble, Lisa broke the kiss and pushed him into one of the small gray chairs.

"I've never been better." Lisa finally responded once the oxygen found its way back to her brain. Mickey was still erect from earlier, and watching Lisa get on her knees before him was enough to keep him in such a state.

Lisa caged her hand around Mickey's pulsating member and pushed the appendage between her lips in a sweet moan. The attorney cursed under his breath as he gathered Lisa's hair in a heap with one of his hands, guiding her head back and forth as he watched her suck him off. The dangerously squelching sounds coming from below were driving him mad, and he was already speeding towards what felt like his one-hundredth orgasm.

Mickey felt his cock hit the hilt of her throat, as her wet tongue and mouth enveloped him. Pulling back slightly, Lisa licked over the tip of his member, allowing her saliva to dribble over it in a glaze. The chef then tilted her head, licking from his testicles all the way up to the full length of his member before taking him back into her smooth mouth once more.

"Ay dios mío...Lisa…I'm going to-"

"Show me, don't tell me." She interjected, using his very words against him from earlier. With that comment, she continued to blanket over his cock at a fast pace, the wet of her spit increasing around him in a rather generous lubricant. However, when she closed her eyes, and gave a guttural moan of her voice, it made Mickey shudder in an intoxicating ecstasy, sending vibrations throughout his body.

Lisa's hair tightened around his grip, and at the buck of his hips, ribbons of thick cum began to repaint the interior of her mouth. She groaned gratefully as she did her best to capture the warm liquid, but it had been so much of it that it slid out the corners of her lips, and down her chin. Averting her gaze to meet Mickey's, she watched in fascination as he came apart, and it was the most beautiful thing she heard next to a potentially good verdict. There was something so tantalizing about watching a refined man like Mickey Haller -who apparently had it all figured out- succumb to the inevitable. To the public, he was respected and mannered, but when it came to Lisa, he relinquished all control.

Mickey was utterly breathless, but he made time to pull Lisa's head up, just simply watch her swallow him down. The attorney licked his lips, eyeing the way the brunette's throat moved when she did as expected of her.

"Buena Chica." Mickey praised her right before he helped her onto his lap in a straddle. Lisa was already positioning herself to ride him in the chair, but the tiny space they were left with only made the two of them giggle.

"I fear my restaurant chairs are much sturdier than this." Lisa joked in the midst of a very unique situation. She tried to ignore the throbbing in her core when she felt Mickey caress his cock over her slick folds.

"Yeah, well if this breaks, I'm blaming it on you." He retorted with a hearty laugh before he guided Lisa's hips above his length, slowly letting himself probe at her entrance until she was sitting down on it fully. She sighed when Mickey filled her once more, and she wrapped her arms around his neck before she started to ride him at a decent pace.

"Fuck, I love it when you fill me up…" She whispered as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, thrusting her body against him fervently. She felt his nails dig into her supple thighs, and she knew he left little crescents on her skin.

Mickey could feel Lisa already start to lose her rhythm, so he used this opportunity to lift himself off of the chair slightly to fuck her recklessly with his cock, making her moans go up an octave or two.

"M-Mickey!" Lisa exclaimed in somewhat of a whisper against his ear. If he screwed her any deeper, she was certainly going to fall out of that chair.

"Whose pussy, is it?" The attorney asked, making Lisa's insides twist in a wanton. She could feel her core get wetter by the minute, and like always, Mickey was pushing her past her limit. When the chef was too busy whimpering to reply, he gripped her dark locks, yanking her head back so he was still able to fuck her properly all while glancing at her face.

"I said…tell me whose pussy it is, Lisa?" He repeated, expecting her to answer him.

Lisa choked out a moan at the question, a smile gracing her lips as she suffered from the combination of his dirty talk and his movements inside her. Her mouth parted for a gasp, as she forced herself to reply.

"It…It's yours, Mickey!" Lisa sputtered as she felt her walls clamp around his cock. Mickey held her form closer to his, and she felt him twitching inside of her yet again for a splendid release. Lisa gripped his shoulders, still in a mounting position on his lap. Before she got the chance to scream, Mickey captured her lips to help stifle her sounds, and she moaned against his mouth instead. The attorney eventually joined Lisa, emptying what very little cum he had left to offer her for the day.

Once they were finished, they were left sweaty and short of breath as they slowly came down from their salacious high. Lisa ran her fingers through Mickey's short hair, and her warm breath grazed over his face as she connected their foreheads. They remained silent for a moment, processing the fact that they just had sex for a little over thirty minutes in a meeting room that would definitely need some wiping down afterwards.

Lisa's expression suddenly went from one of bliss, to sadness at the thought of her reality. If she went to prison, she'd go many years without seeing Mickey, and instead, would be fighting for her dignity in some janky cell with a thug named Bertha.

Almost immediately, she felt the softness of Mickey's hand caress her cheeks, making her eyes light up a bit by his mere touch. He didn't say anything, but he knew exactly what she was feeling. Whether someone turned out to be guilty or innocent, he'd seen that look plenty of times throughout his career and seeing it on Lisa was heartbreaking. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Don't worry, Lisa…I'm going to fight tooth and nail to make sure-" Mickey paused, as they both turned their heads to the sound of a soft knock and the wiggling of a door handle. Clearly, someone was trying to gain access to the room they were in, and he was grateful he didn't forget to lock it at the start of all this.

Mickey could see the panic in Lisa's face, and he pressed a finger against her lips, reassuring her. He silently lifted her off his lap, and directed her to put her clothes on, which she followed. Lisa reached for her gray dress pants while Mickey also grabbed his to put on. However, from the corner of his eye, he noticed that Lisa was circling around the room, looking underneath the table for something.

"Cual es el problema, Querida?" Mickey asked, wondering what she was doing.

Lisa sighed in frustration as she started to carelessly put one of her legs into her pants. "It's my underwear, I can't find them."

"Shit, Lisa. I thought I left them by your pants." Mickey groaned quietly as he zipped himself up before also helping look around the room.

"So did I, but apparently you must've thrown them across the witness stand." She argued.

"Very funny. We have to find them before-" There it was again. Another knock, but this time it was much harder than before. Someone really wanted to occupy this room, and they weren't even close to having the place organized.

"I'm going to see who that is. In the meantime, keep looking just…stay quiet." Mickey stated to Lisa before he pushed the gray chair towards the table along his way to the door.

Lisa nodded as she proceeded to search for the case of the missing panties.

When Mickey unlocked the door, he slowly opened it, peeking his head out to see who it was. Lo and behold, it was none other than the devil herself; Andrea Freeman. This honestly couldn't have been the most inconvenient moment. Keeping the room hidden behind him as best as he could, he fixed his tie and cleared the base of his throat.

"Freeman, what can I do for you?" He asked casually as he placed his hand against the flat of the door.

Andrea placed a hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes in a bit of suspicion before she announced her grievance. "Mr. Haller, I need this meeting room in less than ten minutes tops to meet with some very pressing yet annoying clients." She said.

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm currently in a private meeting with my client." He responded.

"Yes, Ms. Trammell. The suspect in question." Andrea stated, obviously trying to gauge a reaction from her opponent.

"Alright, what's your point here? Is it now a crime to counsel my own client?" He asked.

"It is when you've been in a room for over thirty minutes without the proper scheduling of the space." The prosecutor stated with a raised eyebrow. Mickey was rendered speechless for a second, but eventually he fought back.

"Surely you can find another room." Mickey said.

"I want this one." Freeman retorted. "Unless of course…the two of you have left the room in utter disarray." She stated in a tone of curiosity as she tried to lean into the doorway, checking only the small area she was able to view behind him.

Mickey chuckled under his breath at her persistence, rubbing the stubble on his face. From his peripheral, he could see Lisa collecting her purse from the floor, but clearly no luck with her panties.

"Give me a couple of minutes." He requested.

"I think I've given you enough of my time, Haller. Excuse me." The prosecutor said before forcing her way through the door and stepping into the room which had been surprisingly tidy. Andrea glanced around the room, finding nothing except a clean atmosphere, and an allegedly guilty chef gathering her belongings, preparing to leave.

"Ms. Freeman, I hope you are well. Mr. Haller and I were just wrapping up." Lisa stated as she hooked the thin strap of her purse around her slender shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sure you were, Ms. Trammell." Andrea said sarcastically as she took a stroll towards Lisa, sitting at the edge of the table, which was the exact spot that Lisa and Mickey fucked on. Mickey and Lisa exchanged silent glances of laughter, knowing what they had just done only moments ago. "If it weren't for the long conversation, you two were having, I would've had plenty of time to plan for my meeting." She added.

Mickey and Lisa however were too busy focusing on each other, that Freeman was starting to go unnoticed. That's when the prosecutor caught them, raising some questions of her own.

"You two...were just having a conversation. Right?" Freeman asked as her eyeballs swiveled from the chef to the attorney.

"What exactly are you insinuating, Freeman?" Mickey asked with a fold of his arms, his tone more austere than usual.

"Nothing that The California Rules of Professional Conduct wouldn't." Freeman said with a smirk of her lips. "CRPC Rule 1.7 makes note of that." She added.

"Rule 1.7?" Lisa asked curiously. Mickey raised his hand towards the chef in dismissal of the topic.

"Just ethics stuff, Lisa…you've nothing to worry about." Mickey stated nonchalantly, however Freeman interrupted.

"—Conflicts of interest, Ms. Trammell. The rule prohibits representation of any kind between an attorney and their client if it's at the expense of his or her loyalty and/or inability to perform their job accordingly." Freeman stated maliciously all while staring at Mickey. "This of course can lead to a plethora of violations including long-term suspension…or even a revoked law license." She added.

Mickey remained quiet, and stuck his hands into his pockets, toying with the lint inside of it. Luckily for Lisa, she wasn't the least bit shaken up by the prosecutor's threat. It was going to take a whole lot more than a book of rules to get her to comply.

Lisa chuckled softly before casually sauntering past Andrea with her purse in tow. She glanced over at her for a second and grinned at the very woman who wanted to see her behind bars. "I hope that you have the day that you deserve, Ms. Freeman." The brunette stated, earning her a smirk from Mickey, and a glare from the prosecutor. Afterwards, she walked over to him and gave him an exasperated sigh.

"Well, Mr. Haller…it looks like we can't go on that Disneyland trip after all." Lisa said sarcastically to him with a shrug of her shoulders. "Rule 1.7 makes note of that." Lisa mocked Freeman. "Perhaps we can revisit that trip when you win my case." Lisa winked at Mickey who was clearly amused by her comments. Soon, Lisa exited the meeting room, proud to know that she made Mickey feel good about his rivalry with Andrea Freeman.

Freeman pushed herself off of the edge of the table, chuckling at the other woman who recently left. "I have to admit, she's a charmer." She concedes. "I suppose that comes with the territory of being a murderer." She added.

"Don't you have a meeting to prepare for?" Mickey remembered as he checked his Rolex. He then walked over to the penholder that was stationed at one of the smaller desks in the room, fixing the utensils inside of it for better organization. As he did so, he noticed a slither of black lace peeking from underneath the furniture, near the sole of his shoes. It was Lisa's underwear, and he was relieved that he discovered it before Freeman got the chance to crucify him.

"In a bit. I'm not looking forward to it though. It's the Robinson family." Freeman confided in the attorney as if they weren't just bickering only seconds ago. Just when Andrea's back was turned, Mickey used this opportunity to pick Lisa's panties up off of the floor, and he quickly shoved it inside of his pocket.

"Again? Isn't it like their fourth year in a row attempting to get consultation for their electronic store that allegedly became infested with cockroaches by some angry customer?" Mickey asked, walking towards the prosecutor.

"Mhm. They've been rejected more times than I can count. Besides, Let's face it…it's all speculation." Freeman said with a roll of her eyes.

"Sí, exactly." Mickey agreed, which was rare. "We don't work on, 'he said, she said' rhetoric. It needs to be concrete." He explained before patting Freeman on the arm and starting to head towards the doorway. "I gotta go work on tomorrow's closing statement, since you whipped my culo in court today."

"You gotta learn to keep up with me, Haller." Freeman teased with folded arms. "Oh, and tell your ex-wife that brunch is on me." She added, referring to Maggie.

"Which ex-wife? The one who yells at me, or the one who yells at me?" Mickey teased as he turned the handle and walked out of the door to head home. He had a long night ahead of him, and he was going to need all the time in the world, or at least what was left in the remaining 24 hours.