Seven Years After Hanging Up Her Uniform, Samantha Exposed Eleven Million Dollars in Court

Judge Winters held out her hand.

“Approach the bench.”

Sterling passed up his copy.

I passed up mine.

The judge opened the notary logbook first.

“Mr.

Sterling, where’s the original wet-ink agreement, and where’s the notary logbook?”

“Right here, Your Honor.” He brought out a manila envelope.