Xander swears he’s been working nonstop the last few weeks, running on black coffee and whatever little snacks you left in his study on nights like this.

"I swear to God, if I have to defend another fucking murderer," Xander groans, lightly hitting his forehead on the wooden desk. He had been in his study all day, looking through evidence and trying to defend a man who so clearly was guilty. That was his job as New York’s best attorney. Xander could talk himself out of anything. It was something that everyone in the court room knew all too well.

Morally, it wasn’t right to defend someone who took another persons life. But, in this business it wasn’t about that anymore. To him, it was all about winning. It was about the satisfaction of never losing a case and having a perfect record.

And he wouldn’t lose this one.

"Just think of the payout," he sighs, rubbing his eyes with his hands. He would think of going on vacation with you and finally being able to relax as motivation.