"Your client wants half his properties? Is she a thief?"
In the High Court of Appeals of New Hampshire, a snicker slipped off the lips of a prosecutor who stood questioning a witness.
The prosecutor was tall and lean, his three-piece brown suit tailored to perfection with his expensive leather shoes gleaming under the court lights.
"Objection, your honor! The prosecutor is badgering the witness—my client!" On cue, the attorney on the other end of the room shot to his feet in fury, pointing at him with shaky hands.
The judge hummed and threw a stern look the prosecutor's way. "Prosecutor, refrain from making such statements about the witness."
Slipping a hand into his pocket, the prosecutor offered the judge a polite nod, though the corners of his lips threatened to curl as he turned to the witness again.
"You say you caught your husband making out with the air hostess?"
The woman nodded hesitantly, "I did."
